What's your flavour?

Kelly sizes her up with a smile. “Girl, you look so delicious. Tell me what’s your flavour?” The joke lands, but the heat behind it doesn’t fade when they’re finally alone. Vanilla steps closer. Kelly drops to her knees and pulls Vanilla’s panties aside. Blonde hair brushes pale thighs. She leans in, tongue parting slick folds, tasting warm, sticky cunt. Vanilla’s big breasts rise and fall fast above her. Kelly hums against the clit, lapping slow and deliberate, trying to name what she’s drinking down. Sweet, a little tart, the unmistakable tang of an eager teenage pussy. She sucks the swollen bud, greedy for more, and Vanilla gasps, hips tilting forward, giving Kelly everything she needs to decide the exact flavour.