Ayla and Tara Lesbain Romantic Talk 🥵😘❤️

Ayla and Tara Lesbain Romantic Talk 🥵😘❤️

Ayla:
Still thinking about last night.
The way you looked under me… breathless, glowing…
Tara, you’re dangerous. 😈

Tara:
You’re the one who kissed me like I was air and set my body on fire.
I’m still sore in all the right places. 😳

Ayla:
Good.
That was only round one, baby.
I want to take my time next—peel your clothes off slow…
And kiss every inch like it’s my favorite secret.

Tara:
God, Ayla…
Just reading that makes my thighs squeeze together.
The way your tongue moved down my body…
It’s like you knew every spot that made me melt.

Ayla:
Oh, I knew.
Your little gasp when I sucked on your inner thigh?
I wanted to stay there for hours, just hearing you beg.

Tara:
I wasn’t begging… I was losing control.
You flipped some switch inside me.
I’ve never craved a woman like I crave you.

Ayla:
Then let me ruin you again.
Pin you to the bed.
Tie your wrists above your head and make you watch as I go down on you slowly…
until you’re shaking under my tongue.

Tara (blushing):
And I’ll arch for you… pull at the ropes…
and beg you not to stop when I get close.

Ayla:
Oh, I won’t stop.
I’ll keep licking you through it.
Make you come again. And again.
Until your legs go numb and your voice is hoarse from moaning my name.

Tara:
Ayla… you’re making it so hard to focus.
I want your hands gripping my hips.
Your nails digging into me as you take what’s yours.

Ayla:
Baby, I’ll take everything.
And when I finally slide my fingers into you—slow, deep, curling just right—
you’ll fall apart in my arms.
And I’ll kiss your lips while your body’s still shaking.

Tara:
Promise me you’ll be gentle…
Then rough. Then gentle again.

Ayla:
I’ll be everything you want.
Soft when I kiss your collarbone…
Wild when I flip you over and leave marks on your thighs.
You’ll feel me tomorrow—and still crave me.

Tara:
Then come over.
I’m already in bed. Naked. Waiting.
And I’m not touching myself…
Because I want your hands to do it.

Ayla (smirking):
You really weren’t touching yourself, huh?
That kind of restraint deserves a reward…

She slips off her jacket, then her top, eyes never leaving Tara’s.
Now in just a bra and jeans, she crawls onto the bed like a lioness—hovering just above Tara’s lips.

Ayla (whispering):
You look so innocent right now.
But I know what’s underneath that look.
That body aching to be touched. That need pulsing between your thighs.

Tara (breathless):
Then touch me, Ayla.
Don’t tease. I need to feel you.

Ayla leans down, lips brushing Tara’s—just barely.
Then she kisses her. Deep. Tongue slipping in slow. Her hands grip Tara’s wrists and pin them to the bed.

Ayla (growling):
You’re mine tonight.
Every moan. Every tremble.
Say it.

Tara (panting):
I’m yours.
Please… take me.

Ayla slides the sheet off—slowly revealing Tara’s bare body.
She kisses down her neck, between her breasts, tracing soft circles with her tongue, making Tara squirm.

Ayla:
You’re already wet, aren’t you?
Without me even touching you there…

Her hand moves down—fingers brushing over slick heat. Tara gasps.

Tara:
Ayla… god… please…

Ayla:
Shhh. Let me enjoy this.
Let me taste you like you’re my favorite sin.

She kisses down Tara’s stomach, teasing with her tongue, trailing heat.
Then, without warning, she spreads her legs gently… and lowers her mouth.

One soft lick.

Then another—slow, flat, knowing.
Tara arches, gasps sharp, fingers tangling in the sheets.

Tara (moaning):
Don’t stop… please don’t stop…

Ayla (muffled against her):
I’m just getting started, baby.

She flicks her tongue faster now—finding that perfect rhythm. One hand slips under Tara, lifting her hips closer. The other slides two fingers inside, curling slowly.

Tara shatters—hips shaking, thighs trembling, moaning Ayla’s name over and over as the waves crash through her.

But Ayla doesn’t stop.

Ayla (low, intense):
I said I wanted to ruin you.
Now take it. Let it happen again.

Tara’s already breathless—but Ayla keeps her mouth moving. Keeps stroking her inside, deeper, harder, faster—until another orgasm rips through her body, leaving her trembling, soaked, and speechless.

Tara (gasping, eyes half-closed):
Ayla… I can’t… I can’t move…

Ayla (grinning):
Good.
Then I can hold you all night.
And maybe… slide inside again in the morning.
Slow this time. While you’re still half asleep and needy.

Tara (laughing softly, kissing her):
You’re gonna be the death of me.

Ayla:
No, love.
I’ll be the fire that keeps you burning.

🔥 You want part two in the morning? Kisses, teasing fingers under the sheets, sleepy moans, maybe even Tara taking control this time? Or another couple with a different vibe? I’m so down. 😏💋