Kittie's first taste of pussy

Kittie has slipped into a favorite slot lately. She’s open in every sense—ready to test new bodies against hers, new hands, new tastes. When she admitted girls were still an uncharted shore, we invited Juliette over to be the first tongue to teach her. Juliette wastes no time. She kisses Kittie slow at first, then deeper, then lower. Teeth drag along bare thigh until Kittie’s legs fall apart and Juliette’s mouth covers her, tasting until she’s soaking the sheet. Kittie comes hard, then wants the same close. They trade places, fingers inside each other, cunts slick with spit and need. Somewhere between moans and swallowed giggles they reach for the long, thick cucumber left on the nightstand. Juliette grins. She oils it, drags the blunt head between Kittie’s folds, and eases it inside—one slow inch after another until Kittie’s back bows off the bed. She fucks her with it, mouth returning to lick around the stretched skin, pushing harder when Kittie begs. By the time they switch, the kitchen glass is fogged, the sheets a mess, and both girls have forgotten everything except heat, pressure, and the low wet sound of being fucked open together.