Lesbo caresses

Her touch was tender, the way I like it. She knew exactly what got me wet. Her soft palm slid down my thigh, just brushing the edge of my knickers, almost like an accident. But the spark in her eyes gave her away. She leaned in, a blonde strand falling over her cheek, and slipped her fingers beneath the lace. I shivered, pulling her closer, my own hands finding the clasp of her black bra. We kissed, slow and deep, tongues brushing as we moved together on the bed. I felt her teeth against my neck, then her lips. She pulled the straps of my lingerie down, baring my breasts, and let her tongue circle my nipple until it hardened. My hips lifted to meet her hand. She slid two fingers inside, moving at a careful, steady rhythm. I moaned, pressing my face into the pillow, then reached for her waist to pull her on top of me. Her thighs parted. I slipped beneath her, my mouth finding her wet heat, licking and sucking as she rocked above me. The room filled with the sound of our breathing, sharp little cries, the soft rustle of silk and skin.