The dim glow of candlelight flickers against the bedroom walls, casting long, sensual shadows across the tangled sheets. I’m lying back on the bed, completely naked, my dark brunette hair splayed out like a halo, my breath already shaky with anticipation. She hasn’t even touched me yet—but I know she will. And when she does, it’s going to be filthy.
The door creaks open, and there she is—the pierced blonde who’s been teasing me all night. Her platinum hair is pulled into a messy ponytail, her icy blue eyes locked onto mine with predatory hunger. Silver hoops glint from her nipples beneath a sheer lace bra, and I bite my lip, already aching to feel those cold metal rings drag across my skin.
“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” she purrs, stepping closer, her heels clicking against the hardwood. “Thinking about my tongue on your pussy?”
“Yes,” I whisper, arching my back as she straddles my thighs. “God, yes. I’ve wanted your mouth on me since the second I saw you.”
She smirks, slow and cruel, then leans down to trace a finger from my collarbone to my navel. “Good girl.” Her voice is low, commanding. “But words aren’t enough. I need you wet. I need to taste how much you want me.”
In one smooth motion, she slides down my body, her hands gripping my hips as she buries her face between my legs. The first flick of her tongue is electric—a hot, wet swipe from my entrance to my clit—and I cry out, fingers twisting in the sheets. She doesn’t stop. She feasts. Her lips suction my swollen bud, her nose grinding against me with every swirl of her tongue. I’m dripping, soaked, my thighs trembling as she eats me like she’s starving.
“Fuck, yes!” I moan, lifting my hips to meet her mouth. “Just like that, baby. Eat my pussy like you own it.”
She does. And then some.
After what feels like an eternity of pure oral bliss, she pulls back, my juices glistening on her chin. “You taste so good,” she growls. “But I’m not done.”
Before I know it, she’s flipped me onto all fours, her hands gripping my ass cheeks, spreading them wide. The cool air hits my puckered rose, making me shiver—but then comes the heat. Her tongue. Long, slow, filthy laps up my crack, circling my hole before pushing inside. I gasp, pressing back against her face, begging for more.
“You like that?” she murmurs, her breath hot against my skin. “You want my tongue in your ass?”
“Yes! Please, yes! I need it—need you—”
She doesn’t make me wait. Her tongue plunges deep, fucking me there with the same intensity she used on my pussy. Meanwhile, her hands reach around to pinch and squeeze my nipples, the silver piercings sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I’m a mess—moaning, whimpering, completely ruined by her skill.
Then she flips me again, climbs on top, and forces my face between her legs. “Now it’s your turn,” she demands. “Show me how much you love my pussy.”
I don’t hesitate. I devour her—sucking her clit, plunging two fingers inside, curling them just right. She screams, grinding down on my face, her hands pulling my hair. We’re both lost in the filth, in the sweat, in the raw, animal need.
By the end, we’re a tangle of limbs and breathless laughter—two women who just gave each other exactly what we craved.
