100 Nights of Forbidden Fire
She pressed the cool, firm vegetable against the mound of Willow’s pussy.
Willow cried out, a muffled sound that Elaine quickly swallowed with a hungry kiss. Elaine’s mouth devoured Willow’s, her tongue plunging inside, exploring every crevice. Willow’s lips were soft, hesitant at first, then parting, allowing Elaine full access. Their tongues tangled together, and Elaine tasted wine. Her best friend's mother tasted so sweet and ready for the incoming play.