Homework

Ulla leaned over the kitchen table and asked Krystal for homework help. Krystal had other plans. She slid her hand up Ulla’s thigh, pushed two fingers straight into her. Ulla gasped but didn’t pull away. Instead she dropped to her knees, parted Krystal’s legs, and buried her tongue deep in her wet slit. The notebooks stayed open, ignored. Both girls rocked their hips, short blonde hair bouncing as they licked and fingered each other without pause.