Teen dreams

They had an empty afternoon and a big bed. Breana pushed Charlene down, lips already parting. She worked two fingers between soft cheeks first, coating everything slick. Charlene gasped when the first toy pressed at her ring, then moaned when it slid in, inch by inch, filling her tight. Breana’s wrist moved in slow circles. Each stretch made Charlene arch harder, eyes half-closed. Sweat gleamed on Breana’s collarbone while she watched her girlfriend’s body open. The room smelled like heat and lube. Every thrust pulled another broken sound from Charlene’s throat, and Breana drank them up like fine liquor.