Lessons From A Milf

The two of them fit together like they’d been starving for this. Ryan pushed Riley onto her back, then lowered herself until her tits smothered the younger girl’s face. Riley’s tongue came out fast, tracing the underside of one heavy breast, sucking hard when Ryan leaned into it. Ryan rocked forward, dragging those tits across Riley’s open mouth, until saliva gleamed on every curve. Then she turned, presenting her ass. Riley spread her small hands over the plush cheeks, pulled them apart, and licked without asking. Ryan groaned low, grinding down so Riley’s face disappeared under her. Every wet sound Riley made seemed to push Ryan lower, riding the girl’s tongue like she meant to fuck it. They flipped fast. Ryan dropped between Riley’s slim thighs, scooped her legs over her shoulders, and found her slick heat with her mouth. Riley bucked, fingernails scraping Ryan’s scalp. But it didn’t stay gentle. Ryan climbed higher, rolling onto her side, hooking one of Riley’s ankles behind her own. Their cunts lined up slick and bare. Ryan drove forward. The contact was sudden, loud—wet lips slapping, clits grinding, hips snapping in tight, desperate circles. Sweat flicked from their moving bodies. Whenever Riley started to lose rhythm, Ryan reached back, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and yanked until the girl locked eyes with her and kept moving. They came like that, legs shaking, skin red where they’d slapped together, mouths open and wordless. When Ryan finally slid off, both of them breathing hard, the sheets were soaked between them. Lesson delivered.