Bad girls

Shy Ania met Josie outside the arcade, that troublemaker with ink covering her arms and a crooked smirk. One wink from Josie and Ania's cheeks turned pink, but she followed her anyway. Before long, the punk girl had her bent forward, tongue dragging wet circles over her virgin rim. Every stroke made Ania's legs shake. When Josie pressed deeper, slow and greedy, Ania felt herself open up, hot and quivering. She came twice just from the rimming, heart hammering, knowing this was the start of all the trouble she suddenly wanted.