The Country Girl

Jessica showed up green, wide-eyed, straight off the Kansas bus. Lana saw the hunger in her before Jessica even said a word. She poured oil slow across Jessica’s tits, thumbs dragging hard over her nipples till they stood like bullets. The shine made every inch glisten. Jessica’s thighs trembled. Lana bent lower, inhaled her scent, then dragged her tongue up the girl’s slit, drinking the taste like whiskey. When her lips sealed around that swollen clit, Jessica bucked, gasped. A minute later she was under Lana, tongue-first, mouth wide, drowning in slick heat as Lana rocked her cunt across that pretty face. Sweat. Oil. Spit. Every grind left more shine on Jessica’s chin. They chased it until Lana came with a growl, thighs clamping Jessica’s skull, then she slid down and finished the country girl with fingers and tongue until Jessica shook hard enough to knock the headboard. Breathless. Spent. Grinning like the city had already broken her in.