Amber Lynn Uses Jenny Hendrix Completely

Amber Lynn arrives in the principal's office with lipstick still fresh on her mouth and heat between her legs. She picks Jenny up onto the desk like she owns the building. Her lace bra barely covers her tits. She frees them, heavy and round, and feeds one to the younger woman’s lips. "Open," she orders. Jenny sucks hard, tasting warm skin, tongue working the stiff nipple. They strip the rest of the way until only scraps of lingerie cling to their curves. Amber goes down first, tongue slick and greedy between soft folds. The taste pulls a low sound from her chest. Jenny rocks her hips, fingers twisted in blonde hair. The scent, the wetness, the quick pulse under her lips—it drives them both to the edge before the strap-on even comes out. Amber fastens it at her hips and spreads Jenny’s legs wider than school protocol allows. The thick shaft slides inside, inch after greedy inch, until the base presses flush. One steady stroke after another, hips snapping. Jenny’s back arches; she bites her own wrist to keep quiet. The leather harness creaks. Wet skin slaps. Every thrust hits the place that makes Jenny shake and beg in raw, childish syllables. When it’s finished they collapse on the polished desk, sweat drying on flushed skin, strap-on still half buried. Nothing left to prove, just two bodies catching breath in the lamplight.