Lez affair - part I.

A woman always knows how to touch another woman. She moves slow, teasing with soft kisses along bare skin. Lips find the curve of a breast, tongue flicks over a hard nipple, and the other girl moans. Her hands slide up smooth thighs, fingers trace the edge of lace panties before pulling them down. Legs part. Wet heat waits. They kiss again, deeper now, and bodies press close. Fingertips circle swollen clits, slide through slick folds. One blonde drops lower, mouth following the path her hand just traced. She spreads her partner open, tongue finding the spot that makes hips buck. The girl on her back reaches down, holding the blonde’s head right there while her toes curl. Sighs turn into sharp little cries. They switch, mouths meeting, tasting each other again. Stockings stay on, heels kicked aside. Skin meets skin in the quiet heat of the room. Every lick is careful, slow, building until they’re both trembling. Their thighs shake. They keep going, chasing that edge together, soft gasps filling the air.