Pandora's lez lesson

Kelly never shuts up about girls on girls when Pandora's near. She wants the quiet blonde in on it. So she picks her moment and calls Vanilla over, her steady hand and wicked mouth already warming up for it. The three of them end up tangled on the wide couch, knees brushing, breath thickening. Vanilla goes in first. She kisses Pandora slowly, then deeper, tongue slipping past parted lips while her fingers trace the inside of a thigh. Pandora tenses, but her legs ease apart. Kelly watches, smiling. She reaches under the hem of Pandora's skirt, slides her panties aside, and finds her already slick. Two fingers push in without warning. Pandora gasps against Vanilla's mouth, hips twitching. Kelly pumps her knuckles slow, watching the girl drip down her wrist. Vanilla slips a hand under Pandora's bra, thumb circling a stiff nipple until it aches. Kelly leans in and takes the other one in her mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing. Pandora starts to whimper. Her fingers curl tight into the cushions. Vanilla slides lower, kisses the slick between her legs, licks long and firm over the swollen clit while Kelly keeps fingering her open. The couch creaks. Pandora's thighs quiver, heels digging into the fabric. She comes fast, body jerking, soft cries breaking into Vanilla's tongue. Kelly grins, pulls her wet fingers free, and brings them to Pandora's lips. "Taste," she murmurs. Pandora licks them clean, shy and shaking, already hungry for more.