Teen tongue massage

Evelyn and Lena have wanted each other since they grew breasts, before that. Now their bodies run hot every hour they’re not together. They know every inch they once only glanced at: the soft swell where each thigh meets cunt, the tight ring of muscle that clenches when a fingertip circles it. Tonight, satin nightgowns already on the floor, Lena presses Evelyn back onto the sheets and parts her knees wide. She licks in one slow stroke from clit to the base of Evelyn’s spine, then pushes her tongue gently inside her ass while two fingers slide into her cunt at the same stroke. Evelyn arches, gasps, and returns the favor—mouth on Lena’s slick lips, nose against the cleft of her ass, tasting and exploring at once. Their sounds turn from soft to urgent. When Lena lifts her hips and lowers her wet pussy onto Evelyn’s waiting tongue, both of them shake. They move together, deliberate and greedy, until the room smells like sex and their thighs glisten. They have all night, and every trembling nerve is awake.