Teen dreams

Breana stretches out on the bed, sunlight warming the sheets. Charlene crawls up beside her and the first touch lands soft—an open palm sliding along a bare thigh. It turns firmer, fingers parting the blonde’s cheeks, testing. Breana’s breath catches. Charlene presses two slick fingers inside, works them deep, then deeper, until the stretch pulls a low sound from Breana’s throat. She stays right there, palm cupped, wrist moving in slow, deliberate circles while Breana rocks back to meet each push. When the girl’s body loosens, Charlene adds a third finger, fucks her with patient rhythm, watching every flutter of muscle, every tremble. Breana clutches the sheets, legs shaking, and Charlene doesn’t ease off until Breana comes hard, clenching tight around her hand.