She Knows

Leana and Liz tangled in low light, no script, just hunger. Leana shoved Liz onto the sheets, spread her wide, tongue already teasing her cunt. Liz moaned like it was her last night on earth, hips grinding back at every stroke. Then she flipped the script—buried her face in Leana’s slick folds, sucking her clit so hard it hurt in the best way. They traded turns, no end in sight, thighs clamped around each other’s faces, wet sounds loud and filthy in the dark. Two girls who’d rather eat pussy than breathe.