The Older Woman’s Game

“Mmmfff, you taste sweet, Bree. Like candy” Kathy licked her fingers, savoring Bree’s juices, before returning her hand to the girl’s pussy, her dark eyes never leaving Bree’s face.

Bree whimpered and squirmed, her cheeks flushed pink as her small breasts rose and fell with each shallow breath. Gazing up at Kathy with a look of adoration, she let out a gasp as Kathy’s fingers dove deeper while her lips pressed against Bree’s. The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting stripes across the rumpled sheets.

“Feels good, doesn’t it. Is my girl going to beg for more? I have so much to teach you, when you’re ready.” Her fingers, still slick with Bree’s juices, found the sensitive nub of her clit and began to circle, pressing just hard enough to make Bree moan her back arching off the bed. Kathy chuckled, a low, throaty sound, feeling Bree’s desperation building beneath her hand.

“When did you say your mother expected you back.” Kathy’s fingers continued their dance over Bree’s clit, teasing and tormenting her.