The Model Teacher: Part Two

Celeste raises the camera. Lily sits on the bed in nothing but a pair of thin panties, knees parted, breasts tipped toward the lens. She slips one strap down, then the other, and the bra drops. Her nipples tighten under the air. Lily’s hand drifts lower. She rubs the soft cotton, presses it against her mound, and the dark patch of hair shows through. Turning, she lifts onto her knees and pushes her ass back, cheeks parting just enough to tease. The panties slide away. Lily opens her thighs, exposing pink folds, and beckons the lens closer. Celeste shows her the shots. Lily smiles. “I’ve been trying to get you naked since you first looked at me.” Celeste answers with a slow kiss, palms gliding over Lily’s ribs, down to the wet heat between her legs. When Celeste is bare, Lily lowers her mouth, tongue slick and deliberate, drawing tight circles until Celeste comes with a low, shaking cry. Then Lily swings a leg over the teacher’s face, grinding until Celeste’s tongue drives her over the edge. Celeste licks lower, tasting the tight ring of Lily’s ass while Lily returns the favor, sucking and lapping at Celeste’s own puckered hole. They meet in the middle, hips locked, clits sliding in wet, rhythmic thrusts. Celeste’s fingers follow—two sinking deep, curling, until Lily shudders and goes limp against the sheets.