Taste me!

Mellie walks into the kitchen, looking for something to eat. Her girlfriend turns, eyes already hungry, and the air shifts. She steps closer. Mellie slides onto the counter, parts her legs, and pulls the other girl in. Her girlfriend drops to her knees, hungry in a different way now. Blonde hair falls across bare thighs as she leans in and tastes Mellie’s pussy—slow at first, then deeper, wetter. The brunette moans into the folds, tongue working, lips slick. Mellie grips the edge of the counter, hips rolling forward to meet each stroke. They move like they know exactly what the other wants. No rush. Just the soft sounds of mouths and skin in a quiet kitchen, heat building with every lick.