The Country Girl

Jessica Nyx still had that wide-eyed country look, all soft blond curls and sunburnt cheeks, hungry for whatever the city wanted to teach her. Lana Violet showed her fast. Oil glistened over Jessica’s modest breasts, over the swell of her thighs, every glide of Lana’s palms pulling soft little gasps from the girl. The slick on Lana’s fingers mixed with the clear, sweet slick of Jessica’s cunt; one taste and Lana’s own need flooded between her legs, too hot to ignore. She climbed over Jessica’s mouth, bare knees sinking into the sheets. Her soaked lips parted, pussy lips dragging wet and heavy across the younger girl’s tongue while she rocked—slow, then harder—until her taste coated Jessica’s chin and cheek. They moved together in the same tight rhythm, hips meeting hips, breath turning ragged. When they finally came, it spilled out sharp and sudden, Lana shuddering above Jessica, Jessica trembling open-mouthed beneath her, both of them sticky with oil and come.