Instead of studying...

Orhidea walked Nikky home with her bookbag slung over one shoulder. They barely made it past the doorway before Orhidea’s hand slid under the girl’s skirt and stayed there. Nikky stood frozen while fingers worked her through cotton. Wet fabric gave way to skin, and Orhidea dropped to her knees, tongue finding the hot slit. Every slow lap made Nikky’s knees buckle. Nikky returned the favor when Orhidea finally stood again: she pressed the woman back against the couch, spread her legs and buried her face in the thick, dark hair. She licked the swollen folds until Orhidea was cursing under her breath, hips jerking. When the strap-on came out, Orhidea fastened it around her waist, eased the slick head against Nikky’s mouth first, then turned her over the arm of the couch. Nikky took it in her ass, back arching, voice cracking each time the woman sank the whole length in. She reached back, spreading herself wider for more. The strokes grew harder until both women shook with the rhythm.