Kenzie's First Lesbian Anal

Kenzie sits fidgeting in her chair before the cameras roll, licking her lips. She's never done this before and she tells them so. The words come out between nervous laughs and shy smiles: she's both thrilled and terrified that Carter will be the first to touch her there. Then they're on the bed. Carter catches Kenzie's mouth, slow and deep, sucking on her lower lip until the smaller girl melts into the sheets. Their tongues slide together, wet, unhurried. Carter's hand finds the small of Kenzie's back and holds her there, open. Lube glistens on Carter's fingers when she presses them between Kenzie's cheeks. Kenzie shivers. The first touch is nothing more than a warm, slippery circle, teasing the tight ring. Carter watches her face for every flutter of breath. When the muscle starts to give, she pushes one knuckle inside, pauses, then another. Kenzie gasps into Carter's mouth. The stretch feels huge and perfect all at once. Carter feeds a second finger in beside the first, crooks them just so, and Kenzie's thighs fall wider. They stay like that for a long time—soft sucking kisses, Carter's fingers working in lazy, deliberate strokes, Kenzie rocking back to take more. No one is in a rush. When Kenzie finally moans Carter's name, it comes out like a prayer, hoarse and grateful, Carter's lips curved against her ear.