Beautiful youth

Lisa first noticed Aspen's hair, the long blonde fall that caught the light like honey. Then she saw the rest. Soft mouth, narrow shoulders, the way the girl moved when she crossed the room. They were only seventeen, so it started soft: fingertips brushing, quiet giggles, eyes that held too long. Once it turned, though, it went hard. Aspen on her back, knees wide, Lisa's tongue buried deep, lapping and sucking until the sheets were soaked. Later she worked her whole hand into Aspen, fingers curled, wrist twisting while Aspen's voice cracked. The orgasms came brutal, back arched, hips shaking, cunt clenching so tight it hurt both of them. They kept going. And going.