Advice with Mommy

Elsa Jean's bedroom, soft lamplight across the sheets. Elexis finds her there—pink lips, bright skin, the slight tension of someone who needs hands. The older woman leans close, murmurs about boys and timing and how a body answers when it is treated right. Words trail off. Mouths meet first, slow then hungrier, tongues catching and dragging. Elexis palms a small breast through cotton; Elsa arches, breath hitched. Shirts slip up, bodies press skin to skin. Elexis spreads her legs, guides the girl lower. "Taste me," she says, and Elsa's tongue finds the wet heat, licks in slick circles until Elexis tenses, hips jerking, and comes in a low, rolling moan. Before the tremor fades, Elexis pulls Elsa up, seats the slim girl on her face. Her tongue works the flushed slit with confident strokes; her hands spread Elsa's ass, keeping her exactly where she wants. Elsa rocks, shivers, cries out once then again, thighs shaking against Elexis's cheeks as the second orgasm, smaller, tighter, rolls through her.