Kitty Tamers

Donna Bell and Bettina DiCapri know pussies. Real ones. Wet, pink, soft between the lips. They live for the taste, whether the lips are smooth or trimmed down to a neat strip or left thick and dark and wild. Today the curls are thick. Bettina spreads her thighs and Donna’s tongue is already there, licking through the hair like it’s the first taste she’s had all week. She sucks on the swollen clit, drags her tongue lower, buries it inside. Bettina’s breath catches. Her fingers grip the sheets. Donna doesn’t stop. She licks slow, then faster, then slow again, just to hear what happens to Bettina’s voice. When Bettina comes she grabs Donna’s hair and holds her there, grinding against her mouth until her legs shake. Then they switch. Bettina wants her turn. Donna lies back, legs open, and Bettina goes down on her with the same hunger, the same wet sounds, the same hungry tongue. Donna’s moans get louder the wetter she gets. Bettina doesn’t tease. She eats like she needs it. And when Donna comes she keeps licking, licking until Donna’s thighs tremble around her head. Both girls end up on their backs, faces slick, breathing hard, still hungry.