Taking Advantage Of The Youth

Cherie Deville studies the girl on the bed. Elsa Jean is small, barely filling the white sheets, pale skin stretched over slight ribs and tiny breasts that rise with every quick breath. Cherie moves in without hurry. She cups one of those small tits, rolls the nipple between her fingers until it tightens, then dips her head and draws it into her mouth. Her tongue circles, slow, wet, tasting warm skin and the faint trace of sweat. Elsa arches, a soft sound catching in her throat. Cherie’s free hand slides lower. She parts the slender thighs and pushes two fingers inside without asking. Elsa’s cunt is tight, slick already, clutching at the intrusion. Cherie works in and out with steady rhythm, curling to hit that spot that makes Elsa’s hips jerk. The older woman’s mouth travels lower, tongue tracing the faint line of hair above the slit, then dipping to lap at the swollen clit while her fingers keep pumping. Elsa’s breathing turns ragged. Cherie pulls back just enough to murmur, “Stay still,” then swings a leg over the girl’s face and sinks down. Her full weight settles on Elsa’s mouth. The younger girl’s tongue finds her immediately, licking broad and eager at the wet folds. Cherie grinds, slow and deliberate, while her own fingers never stop working between Elsa’s legs. When she leans forward again, she spreads the pale cheeks with both hands and drags her tongue over the tight ring of muscle. Elsa gasps into the cunt above her. Cherie keeps licking, firm and relentless, until the rim softens and opens under her mouth. She presses the tip of her tongue inside, shallow, tasting heat and salt while her fingers continue their steady thrust below. Sweat gathers along the small of Elsa’s back. Cherie’s lips shine with spit and slick when she straightens. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, then slips three fingers deep, thumb pressing the clit in tight circles. Elsa’s thighs tremble around her wrist. The blonde’s voice is low and certain. “That’s it. Come for me.”