Teen teaching

Her cheeks flushed the second her eyes landed on the toy drawer. Jordan knew what each one did; you saw it in the way her lips parted but she still wouldn't meet your gaze. "You've never used one, have you?" The question barely left your mouth before she shook her head. You didn't press it. Just took the slim pink one first, slicked it, and told her to watch. She pulled her knees up, ankles close, breathing quick and shallow. The first time the tip kissed her entrance she sucked in air; the second time her fingers clutched the sheet like it could keep her from coming. Wetness gathered fast, making each slow push smoother, louder. Halfway in, her back arched on its own. A soft, surprised moan slipped free, then another when you angled higher. Heat pulsed around the toy in tight little waves. She rocked into it without even realizing, eyes half-lidded, thighs trembling. Three steady strokes later her climax hit quick and sharp, knees snapping together, pulse hammering against the silicone while her quiet gasps echoed off the bedroom wall. By then the shyness had burned away. All that was left was the wet, open want beneath it.