How to Lick Pussy

Kate had no business messaging Angel, but she hit send anyway. Angel showed up at the door later that night wearing a short dress and a smile that said she already knew the plan. They had one name in common—Rebel, the girl from the swim team who’d whispered secrets about Kate’s mouth. Angel wanted proof, and Kate didn’t need persuading. She walked straight in, drew Angel to the couch, and kissed her like they’d skipped the small talk on purpose. Her tongue moved slow and wet, testing how deep Angel would let her in. Angel’s dress slid off with one tug. Kate cupped the soft weight of her tits, rolling the nipples between her fingers until Angel’s breath hitched. She dipped her head and sucked each one in turn, showing Angel how much pressure she liked. Angel learned fast. When Kate pulled back, Angel leaned in, inexperienced but eager, closing her lips over Kate’s fuller breasts and letting her tongue flick across the swollen tips until Kate sighed and pressed her closer. Kate stripped the thong from Angel’s hips and eased her onto the cushions. Angel’s shaved cunt glistened, lips parted, clit already standing stiff. Kate blew a thin stream of air over it, watched it twitch, then ran a single fingertip along the slick seam. Angel’s thighs trembled. A quiet moan left her when Kate slipped one finger inside and pressed upward. Kate bent low, licking once—long and flat—over clit and folds alike, tasting how wet Angel had become. Angel’s hand flew to her own nipple, pinching hard as Kate’s tongue circled again, steady, relentless, drawing out every shake of pleasure from a girl who’d never felt another woman’s mouth before.