Petites gayelles

Iris and Natalia know exactly how the other one likes it. They spend afternoons stretched out on the bed, bare feet brushing together, toes flexing when a tongue finds the right spot. Natalia likes it when Iris sucks gently on her clit, slow circles that make her thighs tremble. Iris prefers the firm press of Natalia’s fingers sliding inside her, knuckles brushing her own slick heat. They trade places without words. Natalia buries her face between Iris’s legs and moans into the wet heat, while Iris strokes the arch of Natalia’s foot and listens to the soft, wet sounds her tongue makes. Every lick, every curl of fingers, every brush of toes drives them closer. They keep going until both girls shake, legs locked, hips pushing forward, riding the last pulses of pleasure.