It's Okay, We're Just STEP-Sisters! Ashley Aleigh & Lala Ivey

Ashley needs one seat. Just one. She shows up at the counseling office with flushed cheeks and a wet problem under her skirt. Lala glances up from the receptionist desk. The whole building has gone quiet—every counselor off at some conference except the one Lala can call in a favor from. She taps a few keys, books the slot, leans across the counter to whisper when the professor will open new seats. Ashley stays put. She slides onto the edge of Lala’s desk, spreads her knees and lets the hem ride up until her bare pussy catches the light. Lala’s breath stalls. Heat crawls up her neck. She should tell her to stop, but the sight of that slick, flushed slit keeps her eyes locked. Ashley’s voice is low. “You know what I need.” Lala’s chair scrapes back. Her hands shake once, then steady. She grips Ashley’s thighs, drags her forward until that warm cunt is inches from her mouth, and buries her tongue straight in. Ashley’s head tips, a sharp hiss of breath leaving her. Lala licks long and slow, tasting every fold before circling the tight nub above. Ashley’s thighs tighten around her ears. Lala sucks the swollen clit between her lips, moans into it when Ashley’s hips start to roll. The office door stays unlocked. The clock ticks. Wet sounds fill the small room while Lala works her tongue deeper, fucking Ashley with steady strokes until the girl’s legs begin to tremble. Ashley grips the desk edge, pushes down, rides Lala’s mouth with quiet desperation. Lala doesn’t stop. She seals her lips around the slick entrance, sucks, laps, drinks her in until Ashley’s breath breaks and her cunt pulses against Lala’s tongue in quick, helpless spasms.