Effie the schoolmaster

Effie took one look at Aleysa and decided she wanted the girl naked. The moment the question left those young lips—something about advice—she recognized the opening. Clothes came off fast. Effie had spent years perfecting every caress, every slow drag of tongue, every precise bite. Now she put that knowledge to work between Aleysa's thighs, tasting the sweet heat she had been picturing since they met. Petite hips bucked against an experienced mouth, small breasts flushed under hungry hands. Effie licked deep, then shallow, then circled the swollen clit until the younger woman sobbed and clenched. She gave her everything she had learned—old tricks made new again—and Aleysa learned how good an expert touch feels on untouched skin. The room smelled of sex and satisfaction.