Initiating Lucy

Lucy has that wide-eyed hunger only a girl tasting for the first time can show. Juditta knows the exact pace she needs. She pushes Lucy onto her back, spreads her knees wide, and drags her tongue from the bottom of that bare slit right to the swollen little hood. Slow, wet circles. One fingertip presses at the entrance—barely in, barely out—until Lucy’s hips lift on their own. Juditta keeps licking, lips sealed around her clit, tongue flicking faster, while her free hand pins Lucy’s thigh so she can’t squirm away. Every stroke of Juditta’s tongue is patient, filthy, and practiced. Lucy comes with a startled sound, thighs shaking, juices coating Juditta’s mouth. And Juditta doesn’t stop; she just slows the rhythm, keeping the girl in that quivering sweet spot until the next orgasm builds and breaks. When Lucy’s finally left limp and twitching, Juditta kisses the inside of her thigh like she’s signing her work.