Advice with Mommy

Elsa Jean looks small enough to pocket. Blonde hair falls across her cheeks as Elexis steps in like she owns the place. The older woman talks advice, but her voice turns heavy. It lands soft at first, then presses harder. Clothes fall quick, unspoken. Elexis finds Elsa's nipple through her thin tee, rolls it between finger and thumb, and the sound that slips out of the girl could crack glass. Elexis swallows it with her mouth, tongue pushing past lips. Her palm cups a whole breast as fingers pinch and tug, testing how much the younger body will take. Breathing snaps. They hit the bed hard. Elexis slides her palm down, parts smooth thighs, finds Elsa already slick. She drags one thick finger along the seam, spreads the wet heat, then circles the clit until Elsa jerks like she's just remembered what hunger is. Elexis keeps her voice low. Shows the girl how to stroke, how to press with her whole tongue instead of just the tip. Elsa nods, half dazed, and slips down the sheets. The carpet isn't soft but Elsa barely feels it. Her mouth opens on Elexis's folds. Heat radiates against her lips, salt and musk flooding every inhale. She licks slow at first, then folds her tongue inside, sucking the clit between her lips while her fingers curl deep. Elexis clutches the back of her skull and grinds harder, thighs trembling as she peaks in one raw, shuddling wave. Next turn Elexis flips her like it's nothing. Elsa straddles the woman's face and the world disappears below the waist. Wet, relentless pressure drags up and down, tongue flicking fast over the clit then plunging lower. Two of Elexis's fingers hook and press inside; Elsa rocks against them until her breath stalls and breaks. One orgasm knocks her forward. She tries to lift but Elexis locks her hips down and drags another from her body, then another, until the room blurs and her hands catch the headboard for something that still feels real.