Web Exclusive - Scene 1597 Harmony Paxson India Summer

India tells her friend to stop looking sideways at what two girls get up to between classes, then gives her a direct lesson on the subject. She pins Harmony to the bed and kisses her slowly, tasting salt and heat. Tongues slide together, wet and insistent. India drags her hand under Harmony’s waistband, finds her already swollen and slick, and works two fingers deep until the slick sound of it fills the room. She peels Harmony’s panties off with one sharp tug, spreads her knees apart, and sinks between her thighs. Her mouth finds the hot pulse of Harmony’s clit, licking hard, then soft, then circling until Harmony’s hips jerk and her breath breaks into short gasps. India replaces fingers with tongue, pressing inside again and again, lapping at the rush of wetness, sucking until Harmony’s fingers tangle in her hair and pull her closer. The sheets twist under them. Harmony comes in low, rolling waves, thighs shaking, the taste of her thick on India’s tongue. India keeps licking, slower, almost lazy, dragging out every last shiver before letting her go.