Eyes closed tight, lips swollen from the first hard press of tongues. One woman’s fingers dig into the other’s scalp as she moans into that mouth—knowing exactly what comes next. Teeth clash just enough to heighten the sting before softening back into slow suction. A hand slides down between bodies, thumb already finding slick heat through fabric. No rush here—just decades of practice and patience paying off. The air smells like sweat and something sweet lingering on their skin.
