That kind of love

Jessie Jazz and Eveline Neill share the kind of love that slips past every label. They laugh on the couch, legs draped over each other, then the laughter turns to quiet, wet kisses that travel lower. Jessie spreads her thighs and Eveline’s mouth finds her right away, tongue sliding through the folds until Jessie’s hips rock with every stroke. A finger pushes in, slow at first, then steady, curling until Jessie gasps and comes hard around it. Moments later Eveline is on her back, blonde hair fanned across the pillow while Jessie buries her face between those thick cheeks, licking deep and fucking her with two insistent fingers. The room fills with soft moans and the slick sound of skin on skin until both women are spent, bodies still touching, breaths slowing together.