What You Knead Compilation

She slid her palms along her friend's daughter's spine, thumbs pressing into the dimples above the curve of her ass. The girl moaned into the sheets, legs parting instinctively. Her cunt glistened—already swollen, lips parted like she’d been waiting all day. Two fingers sank in without resistance. The sound was wet, filthy. She curled them, slow and deliberate, and the girl’s thighs started to shake.