Lesbian Sex #01

Dana takes the whole damn thing—laughs like hell, cocky swagger, and that body she knows exactly how to use. Rilee could tell you all about it, right from where she’s knee-deep in her friend’s sheets right now, legs shaking, heart hammering, mouth still tasting Dana on her tongue. Dana’s fingers are knuckle-deep, twisting, relentless, working that heat like she’s got a point to prove. Every thrust of her hand says she’s right there, cocky grin stretched wide. Rilee arches hard, eyes half-lidded, biting her lip to keep the scream down. Both of them breathe hot in the dark, sheets tangled, sweat-damp and slick. Pleasure crashes in like dirty back-alley jazz, building fast, full-throttle, every move rawer, dirtier, hungrier. Dana leans in, bites a soft spot on Rilee’s neck, and just grins when Rilee’s fingers claw at her hips, begging for more, needing whatever filthy thing Dana dishes next.