Lesbian Lesson While Getting A Brazilian

It Took One Time

This was my first lesbian lesson while having a wax. “You’re tense,” Lucia observed, her fingers brushing against my thigh. “Let me help you with that.” Before I could respond, Lucia’s hands were on me, kneading the muscles of my inner thighs with a firm but gentle touch. It wasn’t part of the usual process—or at least, it hadn’t been before—but I didn’t complain. It felt good, the tension in my body slowly ebbing away under Lucia’s skilled fingers. But then Lucia’s hands moved higher, her fingertips brushing against the sensitive skin just there. My breath hitched, my eyes flying open to meet Lucia’s. The woman’s gaze was intense, her lips curled into a knowing smile.

You’re so tight

Lucia murmured, her fingers teasing, exploring. “Do you like this?” My swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She should say no, should stop this before it goes any further. But the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I nodded, my body betraying me as I arched into Lucia’s lesbian lesson.

Lucia’s smile widened, and she leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Good girl.” Her fingers moved with purpose now, circling, pressing, stroking. I gasped, my hips lifting off the table as pleasure coursed through me. Lucia’s other hand joined the first, spreading me open, and exposing me completely.

“So wet,” Lucia purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’ve been needing this, haven’t you?” I couldn’t answer, couldn’t think. All I could do was feel Lucia’s fingers, her breath, her heat. And then Lucia’s mouth was on me, her tongue hot and insistent, licking, sucking, devouring. I cried out, my hands tangling in Lucia’s hair in our lesbian lessons, holding me there as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. It was too much and not enough all at once, Lucia’s mouth driving me closer and closer to the edge.

“Lucia,” I gasped, voice trembling. “I’m going to” “Come for me,” Lucia commanded, her voice firm, almost demanding. “Let go.” I obeyed, my body arching off the table as I came, my release crashing through me with a force that left me breathless. Lucia didn’t stop, her tongue working her through it, drawing out every last shudder, every last gasp.

When I finally collapsed back after my first lesbian lesson

My chest heaving, Lucia pulled away, her lips glistening, her eyes dark with desire. “Beautiful,” she murmured, her fingers trailing over my trembling thighs. “Absolutely beautiful.” I could only stare at her, my mind still reeling from what had just happened. I should feel guilty, should feel ashamed. But all I felt was a deep, aching need for more. Before I could speak, the sound of footsteps outside the door froze her in place. The knob turned, and a voice called out, “Everything okay in there?” Lucia’s eyes flicked to the door, her expression unreadable. “Stay here,” she whispered, her fingers brushing against my cheek. “I’ll handle this.”

She stood, smoothing her skirt as she moved toward the door. I watched, my heart pounding, my body still humming with the aftermath of this pleasure. What would happen if we were caught during our lesbian lesson? Exactly what would Lucia say? What would she say? After all, it was my gf from the cock sucking party’s recommendation to come here.

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