First Time For Everything - S2:E11

Serene had played the game and lost enough times to quit pretending otherwise. Every date ended with the same worn-out lines and fuck-less nights that left her raw and pissed. Lulu knew the score. She dropped by with coffee, eyed Serene’s clenched fists on the counter, and didn’t wait for the polite invite. Buttons popped, shirts hit the floor, and two wet mouths met without talk of tomorrow. Lulu’s thin fingers slid under Serene’s skirt and pushed the lace away, finding heat so ready it glistened at the first touch. She sank to her knees, spread Serene open with both thumbs, and dragged her tongue slow from clit to cunt. Serene grabbed the edge of the table and hissed, thighs shaking. Lulu never looked up—just ate harder, lips sealed around the swollen bud, tongue flicking fast and filthy. Serene came loud enough to rattle the windows, cream coating Lulu’s chin. Then she yanked the girl up, spun her around, and shoved two fingers deep in return. The kitchen smelled like sweat and sex. Neither one felt like stopping.