The Foreign Student

Dominica walked into the house like a girl still learning the language, her bag slung over one shoulder. She asked about the room, nervous, her accent soft and careful. Jennyfer studied her from the doorway. The older woman smiled slow and said yes, the room was open. Then came the terms. No rent. Instead, Dominica stood with her back to the dresser, skirt bunched at her hips, panties pulled aside. Jennyfer knelt on the rug and pressed her mouth between the girl’s thighs. The first lick was long and thorough, the flat of her tongue dragging through wet folds. She tasted clean and faintly sweet. She stayed there, licking steadily, sucking Dominica’s clit between her lips, then letting go to flick it once with the tip of her tongue before burying deep again. Dominica gripped the edge of the dresser. Her legs trembled. Jennyfer moaned low against her, sending vibrations through the slick flesh. She lapped up each fresh pulse of wetness, tongue pushing inside, curling, then sliding back out to circle and press. She worked the girl open until Dominica’s hips bucked, thighs tightening around Jennyfer’s head. The older woman didn’t stop. She kept licking through the small spasms, drawing the orgasm out until the girl sagged, breathing hard, skirt slipping down from her fingers. Jennyfer wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, satisfied.