Strap-on sweeties

The second his palm settled on her thigh, she squeezed it just enough to claim him. Eager tongue traced her folds, sucking the taste off his fingertip, and her hips rolled into the pleasure. He kept her ankle locked behind his ribs, toes curling each time Peaches slipped deeper. Her own fingers stayed busy below the lace, knuckles shiny, wrist flexing in steady rhythm. The teacher moaned against her, knees trembling, making wet noises that didn’t sound quite polite. Then Peaches pushed the base of the strap in harder, bottomed out, and the younger girl’s mouth fell open in one shocked whimper. She held still only to flex her thighs and meet the next thrust, the bedsprings answering in time with the slap of skin.