Bubble pop

Alisa sat back with her bubble blower, watching iridescent spheres drift across the room. Questa watched the show for a few seconds before lifting a finger and bursting each one on contact. Alisa let the toy fall onto the couch. Questa didn't speak. She just spread her thighs, slid down on the cushions, and opened herself up. The message was clear: mouth here, not on toys. Alisa crawled over and pressed her lips to the soft, already wet folds. She licked slowly at first, tasting her, then closed her mouth around Questa’s clit and sucked. Questa’s hips jerked once. Alisa kept licking lower, tongue gliding over smooth skin until she reached the tight ring below. She ran the tip around the rim, pressing in gently. Questa tensed at the new sensation but didn’t pull away. Alisa held her open with both hands and pushed deeper, tongue fucking the virgin hole until Questa trembled and arched off the couch, slick and panting.