Lesbian schoolgirls

Ashley and sweet Lana felt the pull last spring. Nothing loud. Just a flicker between the legs when they passed in the hall, a quick catch of breath neither one named. The wetness arrived the same way. Quiet, relentless. By summer break they stopped pretending. Lana’s skirt rides high on Ashley’s bed while fingers slip under cotton and skin meets wet skin for the first time. Tongues fumble, then settle. Ashley tastes salt and heat, Lana moans without meaning to. Hands map thighs that open wider, hips rise to meet every stroke, and both girls learn how fast two mouths can turn need into shaking pleasure.