A Motherly Exam

Elsa Jean sits at the edge of the bed in a panic, her thin frame tight with fear, thinking sex alone could plant a baby inside her. Jelena Jensen steps close, calm, and explains why that is impossible, but the worry lingers behind the girl’s pale blue eyes. She needs to be certain. Jelena locks the bedroom door, the click of the bolt sealing them inside, and tells the teen to undress from the waist down. Elsa stretches out, small perky tits rising and falling with each short breath, and parts her thighs wide on the white sheets. Jelena settles between her legs for a slow, thorough look. When the angle still feels uncertain, she lies on her back and guides Elsa to sit above her face. The smooth pink slit hovers inches from Jelena’s mouth—nothing swollen, nothing amiss. Jelena exhales warm breath against it anyway, then slips her tongue between the lips. The soft, reluctant whimper turns to steady moans as Jelena licks her open, circling the slick entrance, flicking the tiny clit until Elsa’s hips buck and her thighs shake around Jelena’s head. Panting, Jelena sits up and peels off her own bra. Heavy breasts swing free; dusky nipples stiffen in the cooler air. Elsa leans forward instinctively and draws one thick tip into her mouth, sucking with hungry little pulls while Jelena strokes her hair. Minutes later, Jelena mounts the girl, knees planted beside Elsa’s ribs, cunt hovering above her lips. She sinks down, grinds forward, riding the tongue pressed deep inside her until the slick clenching of her muscles makes her own orgasm roll through her body in slow, milking pulses. Jelena slides back down Elsa’s frame, flattens her pelvis to Elsa’s mound, and rolls her hips in a low, deliberate grind. The contact turns wet and rhythmic until Jelena dips lower, spreads Elsa wide with both thumbs, and seals her mouth over the bare cunt. Tongue and lips work in unison, and the second climax that finally jolts through Elsa is unmistakable and complete. No baby. No doubt. Only the salt-sweet taste on Jelena’s lips and the echo of quiet breathing in the locked room.