Taste Me

Scarlett and Eliza hit the floor like they’ve been dying for this. Scarlett’s slim fingers hook Eliza’s thighs open. Her tongue drags slow and filthy between wet folds. Eliza’s hips buck, gasping, then she twists and buries her face right back. They taste each other in tight, greedy laps—hot mouths sliding, sucking, noses pressed to slick skin. Sweat glistens on their backs. The room reeks of sex. Scarlet nails bite into ass. Tongues push deeper. Bodies writhe, lips shiny, thighs trembling. They keep going, lost in the grind, until the moans turn raw and the slick starts to drip down their legs.