Reagan Foxx—dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her skin almost glowing in the low light—leans back against the headboard. Aiden Ashley, younger, with that tangled brown mess of hair, crouches between Reagan's spread knees. Reagan's breath hitches as Aiden's tongue presses flat, slow and heavy, right over her clit. She answers with a sharp, laughing little moan. One of Reagan's hands drifts down, fingers curling into Aiden's hair, guiding her, but not too hard. Aiden slips two fingers inside Reagan, knuckles deep, pulling out only to slick them along her folds again before pushing back in, twisting. Reagan laughs and swears in the same breath. The sheets bunch under her heels as she rocks her hips, desperate and impatient, chasing the pressure. Aiden curls her fingers just right, finding that spot inside Reagan that makes her swear louder, then drops her mouth back down, sucking and flicking her tongue like she's determined to make her fall apart twice as fast. Reagan reaches, finds Aiden's thigh, drags her fingers down until she can slip two inside her too. They match each other—rocking, licking, gasping, sweat-slick and tangled together, neither of them slowing down until the first sharp, stuttering orgasm pulses through Reagan and Aiden rides her hand all the way through it.
Reagan Foxx—dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her skin almost glowing in the low light—leans back against the headboard. Aiden Ashley, younger, with that tangled brown mess of hair, crouches between Reagan's spread knees. Reagan's breath hitches as Aiden's tongue presses flat, slow and heavy, right over her clit. She answers with a sharp, laughing little moan. One of Reagan's hands drifts down, fingers curling into Aiden's hair, guiding her, but not too hard. Aiden slips two fingers inside Reagan, knuckles deep, pulling out only to slick them along her folds again before pushing back in, twisting. Reagan laughs and swears in the same breath. The sheets bunch under her heels as she rocks her hips, desperate and impatient, chasing the pressure. Aiden curls her fingers just right, finding that spot inside Reagan that makes her swear louder, then drops her mouth back down, sucking and flicking her tongue like she's determined to make her fall apart twice as fast. Reagan reaches, finds Aiden's thigh, drags her fingers down until she can slip two inside her too. They match each other—rocking, licking, gasping, sweat-slick and tangled together, neither of them slowing down until the first sharp, stuttering orgasm pulses through Reagan and Aiden rides her hand all the way through it.
