Sweet summer of love

Jennyfer reached her turning point this summer. She finally faced what she'd known for years—she craves women, the younger the better. That afternoon she got exactly what she wanted when little Mira Shine walked through her door. Mira's frame was small enough that Jennyfer's hands covered most of her torso. She kissed the girl slow at first, then harder, backing her against the sheets. Mira arched up, already wet. Jennyfer took her time licking around those small pink nipples, teeth grazing, breath warm. When Jennyfer parted her thighs and pressed her tongue flat against Mira's clit, the girl came hard—hips bucking, thighs squeezing Jennyfer's head, a sharp cry that broke into gasps. Jennyfer stayed between her legs, working her through it, fingers slick, mouth relentless. Mira trembled with each aftershock, and Jennyfer simply smiled against her skin and kept going.