Ivy Carlson felt a secret desire as she glanced at the younger lesbians. Her pulse quickened contemplating the adventure that awaited. The first touch was an intense jolt igniting a burning passion. A soft moan escaped her lips as their hands roamed freely every sensual curve. The passion escalated with each deep thrust and lick. She climbed higher of orgasmic bliss with every explosive climax. Her frame quivered as her lovers explored deeper into her wet depths. The thrill of being wanted was overwhelming. She shut her lids lost in the moment. Their movements became a rhythmic dance. The warm liquid filled her with warmth a delicious sensation. Afterward her body hummed with satisfaction. She felt alive and fully satisfied. The sensation remained a delicious secret. Every movement was a total abandon. She wanted more of this forbidden ecstasy. Her pulse throbbed in anticipation. The taste of their lips still drove her wild. A soft smile graced her lips feeling utterly satisfied. This was her desire her guilty delight.