The Model Teacher: Part Two

Lily perches half-dressed on the bed, legs split, hips cocked. Celeste circles with the lens low, catching every shift of muscle. The bra strap slips first—one slow tug, then the cups peel away. Lily's nipples tighten. She hooks her thumbs under the waistband, tugs the lace aside, flashes dark curls. Rolls onto her stomach, lifts her ass, spreads the cheeks with both hands so the camera can't look away. When the panties hit the floor she plants her heels and opens wide, wet lips parting in invitation. Celeste moves in until the lens hovers inches from slick skin. Lily blows a kiss at the shutter click. Later, back of the camera glowing between them, Lily breathes the truth: this show was the plan all along. Celeste answers by dragging her down into a bruising kiss, palm cupping one bare breast. Clothes gone, Celeste spreads her thighs and Lily buries her face, tongue working tight circles until Celeste's hips jerk and she comes with a raw moan. Then Lily swings a leg over, lowers onto Celeste's mouth, grinding hard, back arched, riding tongue and breath until she shudders through her own climax. Celeste flips her, licks the tight ring of her ass while Lily pushes back greedy for more. They swap again. Sweat-slick bodies slide together, hips locked in a slick grind. Celeste's fingers plunge deep, knuckles glistening, working Lily's cunt until her thighs shake and the sheets are ruined.