Lesbian teens

One glance says angel-faced innocents; their eyes say otherwise. Bianca catches Cherie’s wrist the moment the door clicks. Lips meet, teeth graze, then dresses ride up and fingers plunge straight between slick folds. They already know which toy belongs where—Cerie’s tongue on Bianca’s clit, the thick purple vibe disappearing into her own. Wet sounds fill the quiet room. Bodies arch, thighs shake, breath hisses sharp. Another climax ripples through them before the grown-ups even suspect anything.