Voules vouz... a lesbian kiss?

Chary Kiss knew what she wanted the second she saw Lyen. Tall. Shy. Hard to read. The kind of girl who makes you wonder what she’s hiding under all that quiet. So Chary brought her home. French kiss was just the start. Lyen’s legs spread wider than expected, and Chary didn’t hesitate. Tongue deep, lips locked to wet cunt, slow and filthy like it was owed. Lyen moaned through it, fingers curled tight in blonde hair, hips tilting up to get more. They didn’t stop there. Clothes hit the floor fast. Skin on skin. Wet mouths trading spit and heat. Fingers sliding in where tongues had just been. Lyen came first, thighs shaking around Chary’s face, but she wasn’t done. She pulled Chary up, kissed her hard, tasted herself on those lips, then pushed her down and returned the favor. No rush. Just heat, breath, and the sound of two girls who stopped pretending they didn’t want this.