My Sexy Instructor: Part Two

A week since their first taste of each other, Alexa Grace and Piper Perri work themselves raw. Sweat drips down their backs when they finally quit. Their asses hit the mat. Piper breathes hard, remembering how she'd taken it this deep before—just last week. Alexa sees only one way this ends. She pulls Piper by the jaw and kisses her hard, tongues meeting with no prelude. Their clothes peel away fast. Alexa strips Piper bare to the waist, then draws a nipple into her mouth, sucking until it tightens between her teeth. She remembers Piper likes pressure behind it, so she pinches and twists while her free hand slides down to part those slick folds. Piper's thighs twitch open wider. Alexa drops low. She drags her tongue slow and flat over Piper's clit, then slips two fingers inside and curls them upward, hunting the spot she learned last time. Piper bucks, voice cracking, clenching around the new rhythm. The orgasms hit one after another, hard and short, until Piper's heels drum the floor. She returns the favor, flattening Alexa onto her back. Piper's tongue pushes between Alexa’s swollen lips, lapping thick and warm. Two fingers plunge deep while her thumb circles the hood, scooping juice every time she pulls out. Alexa shouts, neck taut, hips rocking up to meet each stroke. Piper leaves marks along the slope of her throat, never pausing the steady strokes between her legs. Two bodies. Bare skin. Nothing else on their minds.