April Oneil and Jana Jordan Get Intimate

April knows her way around a woman. Jana Jordan still has that sweet, raw edge that comes from the first few times a mouth has pressed between her legs. She feels every careful stroke April gives her, watches April's fingers slip, slide, and part the soft, wet folds, learning exactly how her clit swells under steady circles, how to keep the rhythm she craves. April pauses now and then, whispering what she feels as two fingers glide inside, as lips close tight around the slick bud, so Jana feels it but studies it too, sees how hunger and patience move together until her own breath stutters and the lesson roots itself deep.