Backstage with Jordan Green

Jordan kept her distance at first, almost hiding behind her bangs. I pressed closer anyway. One hand at the small of her back, the other already sliding under lace. By the time she stepped out of the tiny panties, her cheeks had flushed a deeper pink than the silk. I placed her on all fours, pressed my tongue flat against her tight ring, and listened to the startled gasp that left her. She tasted clean and nervous at once. A finger slid in first, then two, twisting slowly, stretching her open. Her hips began to rock without permission. When I finally pressed the slick head of my strap-on against her, she pushed back to meet me. The first thrust took her breath, the second made her moan. I drove deeper, steady and deliberate, feeling every inch she gave. Jordan came with a trembling cry, her whole body pulsing around the toy, a shy student who had learned the lesson so well she begged for one more.