Thinking about nuzzling my lips and nose over another dyke's belt and the seam of their jeans. Finally burying my face against their groin as soon as they unbuckle their belt and unzip their pants. Breathing in the faint scent of our shared detergent, their cologne, and their musk. Mouthing over them through their underwear till the fabric is damp from my mouth and their arousal until they've had enough and push down their underwear and press me against where they need me the most. Letting me lap up their arousal while I moan and get impossibly close, wrapping my arms tight over their thighs so I can get my tongue everywhere I can reach.










