What's your flavour?

Kelly gave her that lazy smile and let the question hang between them like smoke. “Girl, you look so delicious. Tell me what’s your flavour?” When the door clicked shut and the two of them were alone, she didn’t wait for an answer. She sank to her knees, lifted the hem of Vanilla’s skirt, and pressed her mouth to the soft, already-wet slit waiting underneath. The blonde teen shivered. Kelly’s tongue moved slow and curious, tasting, licking, letting every soft sound Vanilla made guide her deeper. She found the flavour she’d been promised—sweet, warm, and unmistakably hers—and took her time getting full of it.