Pussy plays

Jane can’t keep her hands—or her tongue—off her girlfriend’s pussy. The moment the little blonde parts her thighs, every bit of Jane’s attention zeroes in on that young pink slit. She strokes slow circles around the soft outer lips, then parts them with two fingers, letting the flushed inner folds breathe and swell. Her red hair tumbles forward as she leans in, warm breath first, then the flat drag of her tongue from the girl’s tight entrance straight up to her swollen clit. She works her mouth in long, unhurried laps, tasting the sweet, slick heat. Every time the younger girl’s hips lift, Jane presses deeper, tongue-pointing inside, lips sealing tight around the small hood, sucking gently until the moans turn ragged. She doesn’t rush. She just keeps tasting, licking, humming low in her throat while the pink flesh grows wetter, shinier, more open under her tongue.