Teach Me

Veronica leans in during their talk beforehand and tells Aidra to stop rushing. She wants the girl to feel every second of what they’re about to do. Once the camera rolls, their mouths meet—slow at first, then deeper—tongues sliding, wet and hungry. Veronica’s hands roam over Aidra’s heavy tits, squeezing the soft flesh while Aidra’s fingers trace lower, parting slick folds with two curious digits. Aidra gasps when Veronica’s mouth finds her again, tongue flicking and pressing until Aidra’s thighs start to tremble. They shift without hurry, bodies aligning, and soon they’re grinding cunt to cunt, hips rolling, wetness spreading between them. The pressure builds fast. Aidra’s back arches, her tits bounce with every desperate thrust, and a hot rush of squirt spills over Veronica’s skin. Veronica climbs higher, knees on either side of Aidra’s face, and lowers herself until Aidra’s eager mouth seals against her. She rides the tongue that pushes inside her, rides until her own orgasm crashes through, thighs quivering around Aidra’s head. Afterward they stay pressed close, breathing the same air, skin still slick and flushed.