Beautiful youth

You have such beautiful hair. That was the first thing Lisa thought about Aspen. Watching her though, Lisa understood it was more than just the hair. It started simple enough, two sweet teens on a couch, laughing softly. Then the touches began, careful at first. Fingers traced bare thighs, mouths met, tongues tangled. Lisa pushed Aspen down, spread her open, licked deep until the blonde moaned. Aspen answered by sliding two fingers into Lisa, then three, working past every tight ring until her whole hand disappeared inside. Each thrust pulled louder cries from Lisa’s chest. They switched places, again and again. Blonde hair swept across brown skin, brunette strands clung to damp cheeks. Orgasms rolled through them in sharp, almost painful waves that left their legs shaking and the sheets soaked. They didn’t stop until neither could move.