Babysitting Tricks Of The Trade

Kimmy runs her hands down Clara's bare thighs as she sits at the edge of the bed, skin warm and taut beneath her palms. Their shirts lie somewhere near the door. Bra straps slip from both shoulders. Clara's nipples are already tight, pink against pale skin, rising quick with each breath. Kimmy circles one with her thumb, watching the way the girl shivers, mouth open, the sound small and uncertain. "You'll need to do this for her," Kimmy says, voice low. "Same way you're learning for me." She kisses the soft skin below Clara's navel, fingers working the button on her shorts. The fabric slides off. Panties stay for now, lace damp right at the center, clinging to her folds. Kimmy presses two fingers there, gentle but certain, tracing the cleft through cotton, and Clara gasps, hips lifting an inch off the mattress. Kimmy peels the panties aside, exposing her. Clara's pussy is smooth, lips plush and glistening, the pink inside darker where she's already wet. Kimmy leans in, runs her tongue up the slit, slow and flat, tasting. Clara lets out a moan that cracks in the middle. Kimmy smiles against her, then sucks the little clit into her mouth, lips firm, tongue flicking quick, again and again until Clara's thighs start to tremble around her ears. She slides two fingers inside, knuckles-deep, curling against that soft ridge, and Clara's hips snap forward with a desperate little roll. "Don't stop," Clara breathes, hands fisted in the sheets. Kimmy doesn't. She keeps licking, keeps working her fingers in steady pumps, until the girl's legs shake, until a rush of wet floods her tongue, until Clara comes hard, voice catching, cunt pulsing around Kimmy's fingers. Kimmy pulls back only when the spasms ease, lips and chin slick, and kisses the inside of her thigh where the skin still jumps. Clara's chest heaves. Her eyes are glassy. Kimmy wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, then reaches for the strap-on sitting beside the bed. She slides the harness up her hips, tightens the buckle with one practiced motion, and strokes the thick silicone cock once, twice, spreading lube along its length. "Turn over," she tells her. Clara obeys, rolling onto all fours, ass up, cheek pressed to the pillow. Kimmy kneels behind her, lines the head up to that wet opening, then pushes in slow, one long steady thrust. Clara makes a sound caught between a moan and a sob, fingers clutching the sheets tighter. Kimmy gives her a moment, hands gripping her hips, then starts to move, steady, deep strokes that make Clara's ass ripple with each impact. The girl's cunt grips the toy, creamy rings forming around the base, every withdrawal dragging more slick out of her. Kimmy reaches around, finds Clara's clit again, rubs in tight circles as she fucks her. Clara pushes back, meeting each thrust, moans growing louder, broken. Her thighs quiver. Kimmy leans over her, lips at her ear. "You feel that? You can take it." Clara nods, frantic, and comes again, cunt clamping hard around the silicone, body shaking apart under Kimmy's hands. Kimmy pulls out, unbuckles the harness, drops it aside. She turns Clara onto her back and climbs over her, straddling her face. "Now you," she says, lowering until Clara's tongue finds her. Kimmy rocks slow, fingers in Clara's hair, guiding the rhythm. She grinds down, clit dragging across Clara's mouth, until her own breath stutters, until her thighs tighten, until she comes with a low, drawn-out curse and wet coating Clara's lips. When she finally moves off, Kimmy pulls Clara up into her lap, kissing her, tasting herself on the girl's tongue. Clara's eyes are wide, wet, but she's smiling now, shy but certain. "You'll be fine," Kimmy tells her, thumb brushing her lower lip. "Just do what feels good. They always like that best."