Sophia Scissors Dharma

Sophia Burns and Dharma Jones tumble together, hungry and laughing, half-dressed on crumpled sheets. They take turns diving between spread legs. Sophia traces a slow circle with her tongue, lips soft and wet against Dharma’s soft folds, then licks harder until the sound turns lewd and sloppy. Dharma moans like it’s funny, hips jerking while Sophia hums into her, making her giggle and gasp at the same time. Dharma flips the script, grabbing Sophia by the thighs, pulling her down until she can bury her face and drag that tongue flat from ass to clit and back again, switching quick between light flicks and firm sucks on the swollen nub. Sophia grabs the headboard. Her fingers knot in the sheets as her thighs tremble against Dharma’s cheeks. Neither slows down—each keeps licking and sucking until wet lips meet tight little clits over and over. It’s all mess and slick fingers, drawn-out sighs that snap into sharp little cries when someone hits just the right spot. Bodies rock, clit to mouth, mouth to clit, chasing that shiver, that wet pulse, until both of them clench and curse and come hard against each other’s tongues.