Deep love

Ivanka sat cross-legged on the couch, thumbing through a thick paperback while rain drummed against the glass. Aaralyn padded barefoot across the carpet, leaned over, and kissed the side of her neck. The book slid to the floor. Ivanka arched, letting her thin T-shirt ride up, and Aaralyn’s tongue found the stiff nipple beneath it. A soft gasp, then Aaralyn was on her knees, tugging down Ivanka’s cotton panties, spreading her open. She licked long and slow from clit to cunt, tasting every inch, before two fingers slid inside. Ivanka moaned, hips rolling, as a third finger joined, then a fourth, stretching her. Aaralyn watched her wrist disappear almost to the knuckles, knuckles working in gentle thrusts. Ivanka clutched the cushions, thighs trembling. Aaralyn pulled free, glistening, then parted Ivanka’s cheeks and dragged her tongue in slow circles over her tight hole, tasting deeper each pass. Ivanka pushed back, riding the wet pressure, breath coming sharp and ragged. They moved together on the rumpled couch, bodies slick, rain still beating steady against the window.