Lost And Found

Leana Lovings gets a knock at the door and Serene Siren is standing there holding her journal like it’s Exhibit A. Serene admits she cracked it open to find the owner after realizing the cover had zero clues. She’s real apologetic about it. Leana feels the heat in her cheeks but shrugs, says it’s cool, nobody goes that far for a stranger unless they’re decent. Serene grins and tells Leana the pages made her sound kind, soulful even, and now she’s curious as hell about the real thing. Leana’s caught off guard, heart kicking, but the flutter wins over the nerves and she blurts that yeah, she wants to know Serene better too. Clothes start coming off before either one thinks twice. Serene’s mouth is hot on Leana’s neck, hands sliding under her shirt, thumbs circling stiff nipples until Leana’s breath turns ragged. She palms Serene’s ass, pulls her close, grinding until the heat between them is slick and obvious. Shorts drop. Panties disappear. Serene spreads Leana open on the couch, tongue flicking, then sinking in deep, fingers curling right where it counts. Leana gasps, thighs shaking, hand fisted in Serene’s hair while she rides her face. Serene moans into her cunt like she’s starved for it. When Leana flips her over, she buries her tongue in Serene’s soaked pussy, sucking that swollen clit until Serene curses and bucks. They trade places again, sixty-nine, mouths locked, fingers buried, legs quivering until both of them come hard—loud, messy, the kind of orgasm that leaves them laughing and gasping for air on top of each other.