VELVET GUN
Isadora moaned, fingers sinking into Alba’s thick hair.
“God, I missed you.”
Alba’s tongue made a slow, wet path down her lover’s stomach. “I’m going to make up for every year we lost.”
She did, with lips and tongue and fingers, she worshipped her. Isadora’s legs trembled, thighs parting wide as Alba tasted her like something sacred, wet, sweet, addictive. Isadora came twice before she even touched Alba. When she finally did, it was with both reverence and hunger. Fingers moved inside Alba in slow, steady thrusts. Her mouth latched onto a nipple, sucking, teasing, making Alba writhe and cry out her name again and again. They flipped over, over and over. Sweat slicked their bodies, hands grip
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