Of Lesbian Erotica

For the next half hour two women own the screen. A trim brunette and a honey-blonde circle each other in soft light, letting every curve be seen. Their mouths meet in slow, open kisses. Tongues slip, teeth tug, breath turns rough. Hands glide down bare backs, cup firm breasts, pinch pale nipples until both girls gasp. The brunette drops to her knees first. She spreads the blonde’s thighs and drags her tongue from clit to slick folds, tasting, sucking, pressing two fingers deep while the blonde’s hips rock. The blonde comes fast, thighs trembling, then pulls her lover onto the bed for her turn. She parts the brunette’s legs, licks until the girl is moaning, then reaches for a slim glass toy. She slides it in with steady strokes, twists it, works it until the brunette arches and shakes through a long, wet climax. They trade places again, swapping the toy, changing angles, chasing the next high without hurry, without shame.