Bubble pop

Alisa laughs as she blows another perfect bubble, the slick film catching the light. Questa watches from the couch, lips tight. She reaches out, pops the bubble between her fingers, and the delicate sphere vanishes with a wet snap. Alisa frowns, tilts the wand again. Questa pops the next one too, slower this time, eyes locked on Alisa’s mouth. The game stops. Questa slides forward, spreads her thighs, and guides Alisa’s head down between them. Alisa understands. She puts the wand aside, presses her tongue to Questa’s smooth pussy, then lower, licking the tight ring of her ass. Questa moans, lifts her hips, offers every inch. Alisa licks deeper, circles the virgin hole, softens it with spit. When Questa pushes back, Alisa eases one finger inside, then two, working the narrow passage open. Questa’s breath catches, her first time giving up that secret place. Alisa keeps licking, keeps pushing, stretching the tight muscle until Questa’s whole body shudders under her mouth.