Fruit of the Ass

Devora eases Alysa into the tub. Bubbles slide over pale skin and cling to curves. Alysa arches, hips lifting just enough for Devora’s fingers to find her. The first piece of fruit comes free with a wet sound that makes both girls grin. Devora keeps working, sliding in another finger, coaxing a second berry out while Alysa’s breath breaks into little gasps. Juice runs down the cleft of her ass, mixing with bathwater. Alysa reaches back, greedy now, and pulls a slick chunk free from Devora in return. Tongues meet over the bright sweetness. Devora turns Alysa onto her stomach across the rim of the tub, spreads her open, and licks straight to the source. The next piece is coaxed out by tongue alone, pressed into Alysa’s waiting mouth, shared between hungry kisses. When the last fruit is gone they stay pressed together, hips rocking, fingers buried, coming hard with water sloshing over the tiles.