Don't Act like You Don't Like it

Ember Snow sits across the detention desk from Ashley Adams, tension humming between them like wires too close together. Every dirty look Ember shoots her is meant to keep Ashley at arm's length. Doesn't work. Ashley stands, circles the desk, closes the gap. One quick shove and Ember's back hits the desk surface hard. Skirts push up, underwear yanked down without ceremony. Ash plants her mouth right on Ember's cunt, tongue working fast, flat strokes followed by hard, deliberate flicks against the clit. Ember's legs shake on either side of Ash's head. She spits curses, then chokes them back into low moans as Ash buries two fingers knuckle-deep and curls them forward with each pass of her tongue. The first orgasm rips through Ember fast, her fingers tightening in Ash's ponytail, dragging her closer for more. Ash doesn't stop. She stays between Ember's thighs until the second climax leaves Ember gasping and wet all the way down her ass crack. Then Ash climbs onto the desk, straddles Ember's face, grinds her dripping pussy down, and rides her mouth until she shudders through one long climax of her own. Her juices slick Ember's chin while she shakes through a final quivering wave, breath catching, thighs clenched tight around Ember's head.