The Coochie Diaries
She dove in, her tongue broad and flat as it swept through Lila’s soaked folds, gathering her essence.
“Oh, God,” Lila gasped, her hands flying to clutch at the divan.
“Watch,” Clara repeated, her mouth latching onto Lila’s swollen clit.
The sensation was blinding, a sharp, delicious suction that made stars burst behind Lila’s eyelids. She forced her eyes open, back to the mirror. The sight was obscenely beautiful: Clara’s dark head buried between her thighs, her own body writhing, her face a mask of unraveling pleasure. Clara’s tongue worked with expert precision: flicking, circling, then plunging deep inside her while her thumb took over on Lila’s clit.
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