Lesbian Pussy Ache: Her Juices Glazing My Lips ♕

I’m not a nutcracker, I prefer the lips down below.

The dance studio consists of stuck-up skinny bitches who think they’re the next “Clara” in our upcoming prestige ballet show. However, when I sit back and observe, there’s only one other girl besides me who deserves the forthcoming part. Serina is a blonde bombshell with a sexy, Barbie-like, feminine body. She’s light on her feet, and to be honest, I have a massive lesbian pussy ache for her. I continue to stretch out my hips as I reach towards my toes, bent at the waist. When I look back, I see Serina rubbing her pussy over her practice leotard.

We are part of a sought-after dance academy here in New York. It’s massive, and spacious, and has hundreds of rooms, studios, and nooks to hide in when doing naughty things. There’s one area that everyone has deemed the “fuck studio”. It’s in the almost-abandoned west wing and perfect to relieve a lesbian pussy ache. Thus, I lock eyes with Serina, she licks her lips and points towards the door. Since the recital is around the corner, every prima ballerina is sardined into this dance hall. We slip out of the room without any other dancer or instructor catching a glimpse. She takes my hand and leads me into the west wing.

A lesbian pussy ache for Serina the prima ballerina.

She locks the hinge to the door behind us. I take a look around at the abandoned paintings all over the place. Before this was a dance academy, it was an art institution. So, while I stand here admiring the old dated artwork, Sirena sneaks her way behind me. She begins by licking my neck. Without making it too wet, she circles her tongue until it finds itself against my tits. She pulls my leotard down to my waist and sucks on my tits. I’m getting a lesbian pussy ache for her. I can feel my pussy creaming.

It’s not until her smooth textured tongue glides over my leotard and she begins to bite my pussy gently, then harder, that I get that sex frenzy to kick in. I take over and make out with her beautiful heart-shaped lips. We strip ourselves naked and straddle our bodies. The lights flicker in the old abandoned room. The mirrors begin to fog as my lesbian pussy ache starts rising. Fucking pussy is better than comparing small dicks, and picking the least pathetic out of the bunch. Our pussies are French kissing.

Relieving my lesbian pussy ache, then back to class!

Suddenly, the door begins to rattle, I’m startled and try to get up. However, Sirena cuffs my mouth. She must know I’m close to releasing all the tension I’ve built up for my lesbian pussy ache. She drives her hips forward, pushing heavier into my cunt. My poor little clit is so sensitive, the rattling at the door stops. We look into each other’s eyes and I bite her lips. She whispers into my ear, “I’ve wanted you since the day you walked through our academy’s doors.”  She continues to lick my lips.

Then, she pulls my head back and tells me to hump her faster. Finally, our creamy juices glaze over each other’s cunts. We’re still straddled. Our arches are curved back away from one another, falling into the floor. We both laugh. This fuck was more intense than our recitals, “Oh shit, we should probably get back to that!” Once we’ve cleaned up and slipped our leotards back on, we step into class without anyone noticing. We continued our recital and thankfully no one found out about the lesbian pussy ache we just relieved.

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