Teens at home

Math homework sat ignored. Jordan grabbed me first, fingers finding ribs until laughter gave way to something hotter. She had me pinned, mouth working down my neck while her hand slipped under my skirt. Two fingers slid inside, then three. I reached for her too, finding her wet and ready, but she wasn't done. She turned me over, spread me open, and worked both holes at once—slow, deep, deliberate—until my legs shook. Blonde hair spilled across the pillow. She stayed in control the whole time, and I let her.