In the quiet of a summer night, two figures moved through the shadows. Long hair cascaded down the back of one, a push-up bra emphasizing her ample assets. The other, a woman of shorter hair, led the way, her body lithe and toned.
As they slipped into the bedroom, the taller woman reached out, her fingers tracing the line of her companion’s jaw. Their lips met in a soft kiss, tongues exploring, the passion building between them. The shorter-haired woman’s hands roamed, sliding down to cup her lover’s ass, pulling her closer.
The brunette’s hands were not idle either, reaching behind her companion to unclasp her bra, freeing her breasts. She leaned down, taking a nipple into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. A soft moan escaped the shorter-haired woman’s lips as her head fell back, giving her lover better access.
Pushing the other woman back onto the bed, the brunette crawled up, her lips never leaving the shorter-haired woman’s body. She trailed kisses up her stomach, over her breasts, and up her neck, finally capturing her lips once more.
Their bodies moved together, hands roaming, fingers exploring. The brunette’s hand slipped down, finding the shorter-haired woman wet and ready. She teased her clit, feeling it swell beneath her touch.
With a gasp, the shorter-haired woman arched her back, pushing herself harder against her lover’s hand. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “Just like that.”
The brunette obliged, her fingers sliding lower, finding the entrance to her lover’s body. She teased it, slipping a finger in, then out, before adding a second. The shorter-haired woman moaned, her body writhing beneath her.
“Please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need more.”
