Pandora's lez lesson

Kelly won’t stop talking about the pleasures only women can give each other, and every time she lingers on the subject she keeps one eye on Pandora. The sweet-faced blonde catches the hint, but her shyness keeps her still—until Kelly decides to push. She pulls Vanilla into the game, and the two older women circle their willing pupil on the couch. Pandora’s shirt comes off first, freeing full, heavy tits that bounce with every shallow breath. Vanilla palms one while Kelly’s tongue traces the nipple of the other, wetting it until the pink tip glistens. Pandora gasps, thighs spreading wider on the cushions. Vanilla slips a hand between those thighs and finds the girl already slick; her fingers slide in without resistance. Kelly watches, smiling, then kneels to kiss Pandora full on the mouth while Vanilla works two fingers deeper, knuckles brushing the spot that makes Pandora’s hips jerk. When Kelly’s mouth drops to join Vanilla’s between spread legs, Pandora’s head falls back, blond hair fanning across the armrest. Their tongues meet, lap, part again—licking, sucking, trading turns until the young blonde arches, muscles tight, and comes with a sharp cry that Kelly swallows in another kiss. Vanilla’s fingers stay buried, coaxing every last pulse from her while Kelly strokes damp strands from Pandora’s forehead, murmuring soft approval.