The dim glow of the bedroom lamp cast a sultry light over Ava as she sank to her knees in front of Mollie. Ava’s fingers trailed down Mollie’s soft skin, anticipation building between them. With a confident grip, Ava took Mollie’s cock in her hand, feeling the warmth and pulse of it against her palm. She stroked it gently, watching it harden even more under her touch. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she guided it into her mouth.
Mollie let out a low, satisfied groan as Ava’s lips closed around her. The heat of Ava’s mouth enveloped her, and the sensation of Ava’s tongue swirling around the head sent shivers down her spine. Ava’s lips tightened around her, her tongue tracing every vein and ridge. Mollie’s hips twitched, her fingers tangling in the back of Ava’s hair.
But Ava’s slow, teasing rhythm wasn’t enough for Mollie. She’d been teasing her all night, and now she wanted more—she needed more. With a sharp tug on Ava’s hair, she pulled her head back, forcing Ava’s mouth deeper around her cock. Ava gagged slightly, and Mollie felt a rush at the sound, the restriction of her throat around her dick. She began to thrust into Ava’s mouth with abandon, each deep stroke eliciting another muffled groan from Ava.
The room filled with the sounds of wet suction and ragged breathing as Mollie fucked Ava’s mouth, her grip tightening in Ava’s hair to hold her in place. The sensation was electric—hot, tight, and addictive. She could feel the orgasm building deep in her core, her entire body tensing as her fingers curled against Ava’s scalp. “Fuck, I’m going to come,” Mollie rasped out gruffly, her voice raw with need. One final thrust and she erupted, her hips jerking as she spilled into Ava’s throat.