Continued!

Lila shivers, her skin prickling under the heat of Elena’s touch. “Y-yes, ma’am,” she stutters, but the word dissolves into a gasp as Elena’s thumbs press inward, tracing the sensitive crease where thigh meets pelvis. The nightgown rides up, bunching at her waist, and Elena’s breath ghosts over the dampening fabric of Lila’s panties. The scent of her arousal is unmistakable—sweet, musky, already thick in the air between them.

“Today, we focus on your growth,” Elena says, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. Her fingers slide higher, brushing over the soft mound of Lila’s pussy, the heat radiating through the lace. “Not just here,” she murmurs, cupping one of Lila’s breasts through the nightgown, squeezing just enough to make the girl whimper. The weight of it fills her palm, the nipple a tight bead against her fingers. “But here, too.” Her other hand drifts lower, pressing against the growing bulge between Lila’s legs—the girl’s cock, already half-hard, twitching under the confinement of her panties.

Lila moans, her head tipping back, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets. “It—it hurts a little,” she admits, her voice trembling. “When it gets bigger…”

Elena hums, approving. “Good. That means it’s working.” She leans in, her lips brushing the shell of Lila’s ear. “You were made for this, my dear. To be more. To be perfect.” Her own cock throbs against her skirt, the tip leaking pre-cum, the wet spot darkening the fabric. She doesn’t bother adjusting it. Let Lila see. Let her want.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Elena stands, her fingers trailing up Lila’s body as she rises. The girl’s breath hitches as Elena begins unbuttoning her blouse, one pearl button at a time, revealing the smooth expanse of her chest. The fabric parts, and her breasts spill free—full, round, the nipples dark and erect. But it’s what’s below that makes Lila’s mouth water. Elena’s cock juts out, thick and veiny, the head flushed dark with blood, a bead of pre-cum welling at the slit. It twitches as she frees it, the weight making it bob slightly, the heavy balls beneath drawing up tight.

Lila’s tongue darts out, wetting her lips. She’s seen it before, but it never fails to steal her breath. It’s huge—longer than her forearm, the girth enough to stretch her jaws just thinking about it. And the way it pulses, like it’s alive, hungry…

Elena smirks, wrapping her fingers around the base and giving it a slow stroke. “Like what you see?” she teases, her voice rough with amusement. She steps closer, the head of her cock brushing against Lila’s cheek. The girl doesn’t pull away. She tilts her head, her lips parting as Elena traces the damp tip over her mouth, painting her lips with the salty-sweet taste of pre-cum.

“Y-yes,” Lila whispers, her own cock straining painfully now, the fabric of her panties too tight, too restrictive. “It’s… beautiful.”