Elizabath had given Tiffaney half a second while she adjusted her legs and arms before swooping down to steal her wife's lips. Lost in her thoughts she had exclaimed in surprise when Elizabath launched her attack. Driven by the deep heat that flowed from between her heart and the heat she could feel from underneath her, Elizabath didn't wait to run her tongue along her wife's lips, eager to taste her.
Coolant, an oily metallic smell mixed with the earth herb smell that was always present on her wife. Not knowing why that was, only that Elizabath found it intoxicating and delightful. The newest Dyne broke contact with her lovers' lips and gently turned the heir Dyne's head so it was possible glide the tip of her tongue over the crock and smooth skin of her neck.
