My clit is already pounding the second I see her walk into the candle-lit loft. Raven hair, waist-cinched corset, and those fuck-me eyes that make my knees weak. I’m already wet because I know this isn’t a photoshoot—it’s our first time filming together for Girlsway, and the director whispers, “Go full out, ladies. Make the viewers believe in hot lesbian sex.”
She crosses the room like a predator, hips rolling, breasts pushed high in black lace. The moment her fingers thread through my hair, I gasp. Electricity skims my scalp and races straight to my core. I pull her in, crushing our mouths together. Our tongues tangle, slippery and urgent, tasting cherry gloss and hungry desire. She moans against my lips, the vibration humming down to my already swollen clit.
I slide my hands down her torso, thumbs grazing her nipples until they tighten into stiff peaks. She shudders, nails scratching up my back, dragging the zipper of my leather mini down. Cool air kisses my fevered skin and my tits spill out, heavy, aching. She ducks, swirling her tongue around one nipple while pinching the other, sending sparks shooting straight to my soaked pussy. I arch into her, panting, “Fuck yes, lick me everywhere.”
She lowers me onto the velvet chaise. I watch, breathless, as she peels my panties off with her teeth. The fabric glides down my thighs, sticky with my excitement. Her gaze locks on my slick folds and she hums, “God, you’re glistening.” Spreading my legs wide, she traces one delicate finger up my slit, collecting my cream before plunging inside. My walls grip her instantly, fluttering, begging for more.
She adds a second finger, curling just right to rub that spot that makes my vision blur. My hips roll against her palm, chasing the pressure. I whimper, “Finger-fuck me harder, make me drip.” Her pace quickens, knuckles pumping in a wet, filthy rhythm. Every thrust sloshes lewdly, the room echoing with obscene squelches.
Then her mouth lands on my clit—hot, wet, relentless. She licks in slow, deliberate circles before sucking it between her lips like a tiny cock. I grab fistfuls of her silky hair, holding her against my cunt as my hips buck. She moans into me, the vibrations driving me wild. My thighs tremble around her ears; my toes curl against the velvet. “Right there, don’t stop,” I gasp, voice cracking.
She flattens her tongue and flutters it rapidly, matching the thrusts of her fingers. My orgasm coils tighter, a scorching heat building behind my pubic bone. “I’m so close,” I cry, breath ragged. She increases suction, pressing her upper lip against my clit hood while flicking the tip. I explode—legs shaking, pussy clenching around her fingers in rhythmic spasms. Hot streams of cum soak her hand and chin.
As I quiver through the aftershocks, I shove her onto her back, reversing our positions. My turn to devour. Her skirt rides up, revealing a lacy g-string soaked translucent. I rip it away, diving face-first into her juicy pink center. She tastes like honeyed spice and want. I swirl my tongue inside her entrance, lapping greedily at every slick fold. She cries out, hips snapping upward, grinding against my mouth.
I slide two fingers inside her, scissoring open her soaked walls. Each curl of my knuckles makes her gasp louder, legs clamped around my head like a vise. I work her clit with ruthless suction, alternating slow drags with quick flicks until she’s dripping on my chin. “Come for me,” I growl into her cunt. She detonates, pussy pulsing, cream coating my tongue.
We collapse, breaths mingling, cum-slick thighs tangled. The camera keeps rolling, capturing every quiver, every kiss shared over the taste of each other’s juices. The director whispers again: “That was pure passion. Upload it now, the keyword ‘lesbian sex’ will make them click.”
