Backstage with Melissa

Melissa looked fresh. She’d never done this with a girl before, and her tongue faltered as she pressed it between my legs. I guided her. Showed her the slow, flat stroke, how to press and circle until the wet bud pulsed against her lips. Shyness made her moves careful at first, so I spread wider and let her learn on my cunt. She caught on quickly. The more she tasted, the hungrier she grew, and soon her mouth sealed over me with hot, eager suction. Her breath grew heavy against my skin. I slid my fingers through her hair, rocked my hips, and felt her tongue lap deeper each time. We stayed tangled like that, soft mouths working wet folds until the sheets were damp and both of us trembled.