Vivianne DeSilva Shows Ameena Green How To Orgasm

Ameena came over, wanting to talk about Kevin. Miss Vivianne DeSilva has known that boy since diapers, so she was the only person who could handle this. Straight to the point—she asked if Ameena had ever come. Never, she said. Then the question about women. Have you ever been with one? Ameena’s face changed. She was game. Vivianne pulled her in and kissed her slow, tasting her mouth until Ameena’s body loosened under her hands. When Vivianne pushed her legs apart and sank lower, Ameena shivered. The first time Vivianne’s tongue touched her, Ameena moaned like she had been waiting her whole life. Vivianne stayed steady, licking through every fold, then sucking the clit until Ameena’s back bowed and she came hard, thighs locked around Vivianne’s head. Vivianne kept licking until the trembling stopped. Now it was Ameena’s turn. Vivianne guided her, showing her where to press, where to use her tongue flat and where to flutter it. Ameena was a quick learner. She moved faster, more eager, until Vivianne’s fingers tangled in her hair and she gasped out her release. They shifted again and again—legs spread, mouths locked, fingers buried inside until each climax blurred into the next. Sweat on skin, slick between thighs, nothing off-limits. By the time they collapsed, the sun had shifted across the room, and both of them had lost count.