Lipstick Life (Post-Script, Part I)

Showers were an important ritual in Elizabeth and LaDonna's life now. It washed off the smoke and grime of the barbecue restaurant. It was an intimate act that highlight the contrast of ebony and ivory. It allowed Elizabeth to rub those sweet smelling fragrances into every inch and crevice and pore of her lesbian lover's body.

Elizabeth lovingly took the loofah, rubbing it over LaDonna's feet and legs, soaping up the Black woman's body. Her shaved pussy looked so ripe, right in front of her knelt frame, that she couldn't help herself. She leaned forward, gently sucking the Black goddess's large, engorged clit. She felt LaDonna's hands sink into her dark, wet mane, the long nails scraping soothingly against Elizabeth's skull.

"Fuck babe," LaDonna said. "Eat that fuckin' pussy." Elizabeth needed no further invitation, her tongue working her clit, and asshole, pushing it deep inside her wet, wanton pussy, vacuuming up every droplet of nectar she could find. She was a skilled lesbian now, expertly ministering to LaDonna's needs, the warm water coursing over them both as LaDonna locked her fingers onto Elizabeth's skull roughly, as she reached the crescendo, cumming noisily into her wife's mouth.

"Fuck," LaDonna said raspily. "Bitch, we need to get to the bedroom." And Elizabeth couldn't agree more.