Black on pink

Dorothy lounges in nothing but pale pink lace while Xandra kneels between her thighs. The brunette’s black hair spills across the blonde’s belly, lips already glossy from the first slow lap. Dorothy watches her own nipple tighten, then drags Xandra up for a kiss that leaves strings of spit between their tongues. They swallow the sound each makes when fingers slide past soaked panties and find slick, swollen folds. Xandra groans into Dorothy’s mouth, three fingers buried to the knuckle, pumping until wetness runs down her wrist. She drops again, spreads the puffy lips with both thumbs, and buries her face so deep her nose brushes the pearl. Dorothy grips black hair, hips rolling, riding that tongue until her thighs tremble and her voice breaks. Xandra doesn’t stop licking; she just moans louder, chasing every fresh pulse of juice straight from the source.