Licking Lily

Two beautiful women. Braylin Bailey and Lily Larimar. They look at each other, hungry. No talking now. Lily grabs Braylin by the waist and pulls her close. Their mouths crash together, wet and greedy. Hands slide under clothes. Bras come off fast. Breasts press bare against bare. Braylin sucks Lily’s nipple, bites it, tongue flicking. Lily moans, low and rough, pushing Braylin onto the bed. Fingers move between her thighs, find her already wet. Lily drops her head, spreads her open with both hands, licks in hard strokes. Braylin grabs the sheets. Her hips buck up. Lily doesn’t stop. She works two fingers inside while she sucks at Braylin’s clit. She curls deep. Braylin shakes, legs tight around Lily’s face. Sweat glistens between them. Lily comes up for air, mouth shiny, then straddles her. Grinding, wet on wet. Their rhythm builds, fast and slick. They moan each other’s names, almost angry with want. Braylin slips her hand between Lily’s legs too. She rubs fast, watches Lily bite her lip and push against it. They fuck each other’s hands, chasing it hard. Bodies slick, tangled, hearts punching inside their ribs. Lily comes first, shaking over Braylin. The sight tips Braylin off the edge, and she pulses around Lily’s fingers. They stay locked together, breathing heavy, heat still crackling under their skin. Nothing gentle about it. Just need.