Mira feasted on Zahra's pussy, her tongue swirling around the sensitive bud of her clit before plunging deep into her tight channel. Zahra's fingers tangled in the queen's hair, holding her in place as she ground her hips against Mira's face.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," Zahra moaned, her head falling back against the wall. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
Mira obliged, doubling her efforts as she sucked and licked and fucked Zahra with her tongue. The younger woman's thighs trembled, her muscles tightening as she approached the edge of orgasm.
Just as Zahra was about to come undone, Mira pulled back, leaving her teetering on the brink of ecstasy. "Not yet," the queen whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I want to feel you come on my fingers."
She stood, spinning Zahra around and bending her over a nearby table. With a swift motion, she hiked up the younger woman's skirt and plunged two fingers deep into her dripping cunt.
