Never Been Touched

Holly West barely hides her smile when Casana Lei walks through the door. Her new client is nineteen, untouched, and visibly trembling with nerves. She stripped without hesitation though, laid face down on the sheet, and told Holly everything in one quiet breath. No one back home knew she was here. No one had ever touched her either. Casana spreads her legs the moment Holly’s palms glide along her inner thighs. Her skin is smooth, freshly shaved, the tiny slit already darkening and wet. Holly presses a thumb between her labia and circles once. A soft cry escapes the younger woman before she rolls onto her back. Holly cups her own breasts to show what comes next, rolling the nipples slowly between her fingers until Casana’s mouth drops open. She lowers her hands, moves onto Casana’s chest, squeezing gently, thumbing each stiff peak. Each brush makes Casana arch. Holly slides south. Her fingertips feather the swollen clit in tight loops, pressing harder when Casana’s hips begin to buck. Two fingers sink into her before she’s ready, and the first orgasm hits instantly, wet, loud, a rush of tight pulses around Holly’s hand. Holly keeps stroking until Casana shakes again, another sharp cry breaking out, thighs clamped around Holly’s wrist, sheets already soaked.