Web Exclusive - Scene 1961 Elexis Monroe Melissa Monet

Elexis needs a few extra lessons before Thornhill. She knocks on her old teacher’s door, book tucked under one arm, and the way Melissa’s eyes linger says the math might wait. Melissa steps close, the air between them already warm. Their mouths meet, slow at first, then hungry, lips parting as tongues slide and taste. Hands move under clothes until Elexis’s skirt is hiked up and Melissa’s fingers slip inside her, slow, precise, finding the right rhythm. Elexis breathes hard against Melissa’s throat. Melissa drops to her knees, spreads her open, and uses her tongue with the same steady patience she once used over lesson plans. Elexis comes shaking, fingers twisted in Melissa’s hair. Later Melissa stretches back on the bed and pulls Elexis over her face, guiding her hips until Elexis grinds down, riding the tongue and the fingers that push inside her from behind. Every grind draws another gasp, another wet sound, until both women lose track of the clock and the numbers that brought them here.