Sapphic Lust

Emily's tongue darted all over Deondra's body. Into her armpits. Into her navel. Over her toes and ankles. The soles of her feet. All over her ass. Deep into her cunt.

Her increasing health, as she made it further and further from the drug miasma that had haunted her for so long, made her increasingly frenetic to exercise her energy on Deondra. And the stocky older Black woman was happy to oblige, rubbing her leg up and down Emily's back while the younger woman ate her pussy.

"God," Deondra said happily. "You're getting so good at that."

"Thank you," Emily beamed. "I ... I love you, Deondra." Deondra's eyes went wide, as she picked the younger woman up, still gaunt as she recaptured who she was. They kissed soundly, Emily sharing Deondra's own nectar with her.