‘show me how you get off, sweetheart.’
at first emma is shy, but dana insists she just wants to know how to make her girl feel good. it’s honestly true, emma confessed she was inexperienced, but dana certainly won’t say no to a show either.
emma gets on her stomach, head on the side. dana can’t help but feel a little disappointed she won’t get a good view of emma’s pussy being fingered, but she gets it, kid’s shy. she can still enjoy emma’s facial expression and the sweet noise of fingers sliding in and out of a wet pussy.
wait, doesn’t emma need lube ? she didn’t ask for any, is she really that soaked ? already ? dana is already picturing a dripping cunt, maybe she’ll get to suck the juices of emma’s nimble fingers-
while dana’s getting ahead of herself, emma’s hand slides down her stomach to her crotch, grabbing her pussy over her panties.
ohhh, dana’s girl likes to tease herself, doesn’t she ? maybe tracing her fingertips across her panties, feeling around her sensitive cunt through the silky material, or lightly pressing the pad of her thumb on her clit.
okay dana, reign it in. she licks her lips, watching her sweet doe pressing her second hand on her lower stomach.
her bladder. oh my god. this smart girl... is emma gonna squirt in dana’s bed ?
and will she let dana make her lick it ?
dana shushes her own mind, focusing on the real emma, right in front of her, about to finger herself in dana’s bed.
or so she thought.
‘i just…’ emma doesn’t finish her sentence and she just starts to. hump.
she’s humping her own hand.
dana watches in owe, as emma ruts against her left hand, right hand pressing her lower stomach, little whimpers and whines escaping those rosy lips, until she comes undone in dana’s bed. on emma’s palm, the evidence of her orgasm leaked through her panties.
it’s hotter than any fantasy dana’s old perverted brain ever came up with.















