Watch the Tightest Teen Pussy Explode on Her Older Lover’s Tongue
The moment Ava stepped into the candle-lit studio, the air between us already shimmered with forbidden wet heat. She was barely eighteen, a Lesbea virgin with doe eyes and an untouched slit so petite it disappeared under the lace hem of her white panties. My palms itched to spread those virgin lips, to show her what real lesbian fingering felt like when an older woman controls every tremble.
She trembled as the camera rolled, whispering she’d never been with a girl, that her clit throbbed every time she watched our Lesbea movies. Perfect. Main keyword locked: this scene would be raw, uncensored, dripping with first-time lust.
Ava’s breath hitched when my fingertips traced the soaked gusset of her knickers; the cotton clung to her slit like a second skin, outlining a cunt so tight it begged for slow, wet penetration. “Look at me,” she murmured, hips bucking involuntarily. That single plea was enough to make my mature pussy gush.
On the velvet chaise, she spread her thighs wide, allowing me to peel the drenched fabric down. Her bald mound glistened, pearly juices webbing between swollen labia, the sweetest invitation to lesbian fingering. My index finger circled the opening, teasing, denying, until the tiny rosebud pulsed for more. “Please,” the 18-year-old whimpered, “put it inside me.”
One knuckle, two, then three—I sank deeper, feeling her walls stretch around my digit, molten silk coating my skin. The camera captured every obscene squelch, the way her hymenal resistance melted into rhythmic clenches. She mewled like a kitten in heat, hips pistoning, driving my finger against the spongy patch that made her scream.
But the greedy little Lesbea slut wanted more than just fingering; she wanted my mouth, my tongue, my entire face buried in that virgin cunt. With a wicked grin, she climbed above me, knees locking around my ears. The room filled with her scent, musky, teenage, addictive. Petite thighs quivered as she lowered her dripping peach onto my waiting lips.
Her clitoris peeped from its hood, swollen and desperate. Flattening my tongue, lapped from dripping hole to stiffened pearl in one long, slow swipe, tasting cherry innocence mixed with pheromones. Ava squealed, fingers tangling in my hair, grinding hard. My nose nudged her anus, a filthy bonus that made her spasm. “Eat me like the movies, fuck, make me cum on your face,” she begged, voice cracking.
So when the orgasm crashed through her, it was spectacular. Juices flooded my chin, ran down my neck, soaking the satin beneath us. Her thighs clamped so tight my ears rang, cunt pulsating around an invisible cock she wished was there. She gushed, actually gushed, squirting clear nectar across my tongue, the ultimate reward for expert lesbian fingering and hungry mouths.
Before the aftershocks faded, she slid down my body, smearing her own cum across my tits, kissing me with the taste of her cunt still fresh. “Again,” she panted. “Make me do that facesitting thing until we both pass out.”
We didn’t stop until the camera memory card was full and our sheets were drenched. Every frame immortalized the moment an 18-year-old Lesbea novice learned how hard she could cum from experienced lesbian fingering and relentless facesitting.
