Teaching Lily LaBeau

Blue Angel sits close, fingers slick, showing Lily exactly how to open herself. The brunette moves with purpose, guiding each knuckle in, slow and steady, until Lily’s body gives way. Lily watches, wide-eyed, then tries it herself. Her pale wrist disappears, palm flush against her own heat. She gasps once, then again, finding the right angle. Blue Angel leans back, legs spread, demonstrating the same motion on herself. Lily mirrors every curl, every thrust, her blonde hair falling over flushed cheeks. The lesson deepens when Blue Angel reaches over and takes Lily’s hand, pushing deeper still. Lily’s hips lift. She’s learning fast, body responding with wet, eager sounds. Blue Angel smiles, pleased, as Lily takes over completely, fist moving in smooth, relentless strokes that leave her shaking and breathless.