Yes

The girl obeyed.

Her breath hitched as Emily leaned forward again, lips parting, tongue trailing out to flick the head of the boy’s cock. The tip was flushed, twitching—thick with spit and throbbing heat. Emily’s mouth enveloped it slowly, her cheeks hollowing as she sank lower, her hand working the base in rhythm.

She pulled back with a slick, wet sound, her eyes never leaving the girl.

“Your turn,” she whispered.

The girl’s hand trembled as she reached forward. Her lips hovered just over the tip—uncertain, pink, parted.

Emily’s hand slipped over hers again. Guided her. Gentle. Steady.

She leaned in beside her, voice soft at her ear. “Just the tip at first. Get used to how he feels. Let him throb in your mouth.”

The girl whimpered faintly and did as she was told—mouth opening, her tongue flicking shyly. The moment her lips wrapped around the head, the boy gasped.

Emily’s smile widened.

“That’s it… good girl.”

She stayed close, her voice a silken thread in the girl’s ear as she slowly coached her—how to use her lips, when to swirl her tongue, how to breathe.

But then she moved behind her.

The girl didn’t notice at first—not until she felt Emily’s hands sliding up her ribs, firm but gentle, her body warm at her back.

Emily leaned in, mouth brushing her ear, breath hot.

“You’re doing so well,” she whispered. “But I want to see more of you.”

The girl moaned softly, the sound muffled by the boy’s cock still between her lips. Emily’s hands hooked into the hem of her tank top and slowly, carefully, peeled it up. The girl lifted her arms without question, trembling, and the sweat-soaked fabric slid away, baring her flushed skin to the air.

Emily dropped it behind them. Her hands traced down again, fingers slipping under the tight band of the girl’s sports bra, slowly rolling it upward. It was soaked through, clinging to her stiff nipples. Emily lifted it inch by inch, revealing the curve of her breasts, the pink tips, hard and needy.

“Mmm,” she hummed into the girl’s ear, letting her teeth graze the lobe. “So sensitive already.”

The bra came free. Emily let it fall.

Her palms cupped the girl’s breasts immediately, warm and firm, fingers kneading the soft weight, her thumbs brushing across the nipples. The girl whimpered, the sound barely audible around the shaft still filling her mouth.

“That’s it,” Emily whispered, kissing beneath her ear. “Suck him deep. I’ll take care of you now.”

She let her thumbs circle the girl’s nipples slowly—then pinched, light at first, then firmer. The girl gasped around the cock in her mouth, her hips twitching.

Emily’s hand slid down.

Across her belly. Into the waistband of her running shorts.

Straight to the heat.

She wasn’t surprised to find it soaking.

Her fingers slid along the crease, parting the slick folds gently. The girl’s thighs pressed together, hips rocking forward into the touch, her entire body writhing between the boy’s cock in her mouth and Emily’s fingers stroking her pussy.

“Shhh,” Emily murmured. “Let it build. Don’t stop sucking. Let me get you there.”

Her fingers circled the girl’s clit, light and teasing. Then deeper, dipping in and out—slow, shallow thrusts, then faster, wetter. The girl moaned again—muffled, her tongue flicking frantically now, her whole mouth working as Emily’s fingers picked up speed.

The boy groaned—sharp, panicked. He tried to warn them.

Too late.

He came in thick pulses, hips jerking. His cock twitched against the back of the girl’s throat and she gagged softly, then swallowed, lips locked tight, her hands clenching into fists.

Emily didn’t stop.

She leaned forward and kissed the side of the girl’s face—then turned her head gently, mouth still sticky with cum.

And kissed her.

Hard.

Her tongue pushed past the girl’s lips, dominating, tasting—stealing the taste from her mouth, moaning into her like she couldn’t get enough. The girl gasped into the kiss, lost, her fingers gripping Emily’s arms as her whole body shook.

And Emily’s hand didn’t stop moving.

She fucked her faster—fingers slick, deep, curling up inside her while her thumb rubbed frantic circles over the girl’s clit. The girl’s moans grew louder, hips jerking, nipples stiff and wet with sweat and Emily’s touch.

Then she broke.

Her mouth tore free from the kiss, and she cried out, body bucking, thighs clenching around Emily’s hand. Her orgasm hit like a storm—deep, shuddering, sudden. Her legs nearly gave out.

Emily held her close, one arm tight around her waist, the other buried deep between her legs as she came hard against her palm.

Only when the shaking slowed did Emily finally pull back, her fingers soaked, lips damp with the girl’s gasping breath.

“You did so well,” she whispered. “You learned fast.”

The girl could barely nod.

And the boy?

Still standing there.

Still hard.

Still stunned.