Web Exclusive 1083 Amber Chase & Bree Daniels

Bree leaned against the kitchen counter and told her teacher everything. Amber listened, then admitted her own nights with women in college. The words thickened the air between them. They drifted down the hall without saying they meant to, shedding shoes and nerves at the bedroom door. Bree perched on the edge of the mattress. “Kissing a girl makes my stomach flip,” she said. “The first time one slid her tongue inside me, my legs started shaking and I couldn’t catch my breath.” Amber knelt in front of her. “That heat under your skin right now? Own it.” She slipped Bree’s blouse open, freeing small, tight breasts. Nipples stood stiff, flushed dark. Amber’s mouth closed over one, sucking slow and hard until Bree’s hips twitched forward. “You taste ready,” Amber murmured. Clothes dropped in quick succession. Amber pushed Bree onto her back and spread her legs wide. “Watch how your body answers me,” she said, dragging a wet finger from clit to entrance and back again. Bree’s thighs trembled, slick already seeping onto the sheets. Amber pressed two fingers inside—slow, curling, coaxing a throaty gasp. “This is you being honest,” she breathed. “Hot, wet, wanting.” Her thumb circled the swollen clit while she pumped deeper, the slick sound filthy in the quiet room. Bree came fast, cunt fluttering around Amber’s fingers, a broken cry escaping her throat. Amber didn’t stop. She lowered her mouth and dragged her tongue through the mess, tasting every pulse, licking until Bree bucked again and begged for more.