Luna loves Leah

Luna and Leah move like mirror images. Same dark hair, same heavy breasts that sway when they walk. They’ve both tried girls before, but nothing ever quite hit until they tried each other. Now they don’t bother looking elsewhere. Leah’s mouth finds Luna’s nipple first, slow and wet, sucking until the tip stands stiff. Luna answers by sliding her hand between Leah’s thighs, fingers gliding over slick heat. Their breathing grows rough. Leah sinks lower, tongue parting Luna’s folds, licking deep and steady until Luna’s hips lift off the bed. Luna returns the favor, spreading Leah wide, burying her face until Leah’s thighs tremble around her ears. They keep trading places, tasting, teasing, grinding until the sheets are damp and their voices crack with every moan.