Cúnt Worship: A Lesson in Lèsbian Lust (1)
“I want to worship your cúnt.”
Julie said it like a promise. Her voice was low and thick with hunger, as her eyes drank in Riri’s body. She stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at her like she already owned her. Riri's breath caught. Her lips parted slightly, chest rising beneath that snug top. Her thighs pressed together without thinking, her pússy already aching with need.
Julie stepped closer, her voice dropping even lower. “Don’t worry about me, baby. Tonight’s about you. I want you to lie back and let me take care of everything. I’ll enjoy this just as much, probably more.”
She let her fingers trail along Riri’s thigh, slow and teasing. Her touch was featherlight, like she had all the time in the world. “Nothing gets me wetter than
