Sophia Scissors Dharma

Sophia Burns dropped between Dharma’s thighs and locked in fast. Her tongue flicked flat and hungry over slick folds. Dharma groaned hard, her back arched off the couch, fist full of Sophia’s hair. The room smelled thick of sweat and wet skin. Each lick came with teeth, a sharp drag that made Dharma jerk. Sophia moaned into the heat, her own cunt clenching around nothing. Dharma’s legs shook, then clamped tight around Sophia’s ears as the first tremor hit her. She rode Sophia’s mouth through it, cursing low, hips snapping. They flipped quick— Sophia climbed on top, planted her knees beside Dharma’s head, then sank down. Dharma sucked her clit like she needed it to breathe. A hard, slow swirl, deeper presses, never letting up until Sophia shuddered hard enough to lose her balance. She came with a curse cut off halfway, thighs squeezing Dharma’s face, dripping down her chin. They stayed tangled after, licking slow trails through the mess, both breathing rough like it still wasn’t enough.