NYE: Samantha goes down on Leah

Samantha moved her attention from Leah's breasts lower down her body planting soft kisses down her stomach and then the inside of her thighs.

Leah's breath hitched as she felt Samantha's mouth so close to her womanhood, edging ever so close to her wet center. It was all so forbidden. Taboo. At last, Samantha's tongue met her hungry folds, and Leah cried out in pleasure as she laid back on the bed, her back arching. Samantha's tongue swirled around her clit, teasing and flicking it in a way that made Leah see stars.

"Oh my God, Sam... yes... don't stop," she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as she grappled for purchase. Samantha didn't miss a beat, her tongue dancing over Leah's folds with practiced precision. She knew exactly where to touch, how to make Leah's body sing with pleasure. Samantha’s hands explored Leah’s body even as her tongue explored her clit again and again.

As Leah's orgasm drew nearer, she could feel the tension coiling deep inside of her, ready to explode inside.

"I…Ugh! AH!…I!” Leah didn’t even know what she was trying to say or going to say—or what she should say. Samantha only redoubled her efforts, her tongue working magic on Leah's swollen clit.

With a thunderous cry, Leah shattered apart, her body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through her veins. Samantha didn't relent, continuing to tease her until the last shudder subsided, ensuring that every ounce of pleasure was wrung from Leah's quivering body.

Gasping for air, Leah went limp. She took a moment to recover.