Two grandmas, one teenager - 1.

Brabra caught between the two women like warm water. They moved in on either side of her, hands soft with age, mouths eager. One palmed her small breast while the other spread her thighs wider, fingers sliding through wet heat. Brabra's breath hitched. A mouth found her nipple, sucking it slow and deep until the girl arched, toes curling against the sheets. The second woman bent low, tongue parting swollen lips, licking in lazy strokes that made Brabra's hips jerk. Hands held her open, thumbs stroking the tender skin as tongues worked her in tandem—one on her breast, the other between her legs—until her voice cracked on a moan and her thighs trembled under their steady hold. They didn't hurry. Each wet sound filled the quiet room. Each small shiver from Brabra earned another careful caress.