Mirror magic

Aliza can’t stop staring at her own pussy. Pink, wet, already glistening. She sits there stroking it slow, tracing the slick seam with her fingertips. She’s deep in it when Gwen walks in. The door clicks. Gwen doesn’t announce herself. She just steps closer, eyes fixed on the same view. She wants in. Aliza stays open, legs parted, letting her look. Gwen drops to her knees between them. Her breath hits Aliza’s thigh first. Then her fingers. She spreads Aliza wider and studies every fold like she’s never seen one up close. She drags a single fingertip along the slick cleft, feels it give, watches it shine. Aliza’s hips twitch. Gwen smiles. She leans in, tongue flat, and licks a long stripe straight up the center. Aliza gasps. Gwen doesn’t rush. She tastes again, slower, sucking lightly on the swollen lips before circling the clit with the tip of her tongue. Aliza’s hand finds Gwen’s hair. She holds her there. Gwen moans into the wet heat and keeps licking, steady, hungry, until Aliza’s thighs start to shake.