The Strawberry Sin

Harper moaned into Jordan’s mouth as the girl’s tongue invaded hers. Eyes wide, she surrendered to her body’s desires, her mind a storm of raw sensation that overwhelmed thought.

The strawberry blonde’s fingers thrust in and out Harper’s hot, wet, pussy. Oh god, when had she last been this wet? Harper’s limbs trembled, her skin flushing pink, and another moan slipped from her lips. The sharp, musky scent of their combined arousal, mingled with Jordan’s sweet perfume.

Jordan’s other hand tightened around Harper’s neck, keeping her in place, though in truth she was too shocked to resist anything. Harper returned Jordan’s kiss with a need that bordered on desperation, her lips bruised from the pressure. Her heart thumped frantically against her chest, ears roaring with the rush of blood.

Jordan’s tongue trailed over Harper’s lips before dipping down to her jawline. Harper arched into the touch, a soft whimper escaping her as Jordan’s fingers continued their rhythmic assault. Her hips bucked instinctively, seeking more pressure, more friction, more… everything. The air in the room felt thick, charged with their combined heat and desire, a faint, sweet scent of strawberries lingering from Jordan’s breath. She wanted to drown in this feeling, to lose herself completely to Jordan’s touch.