Don't Fight It.

Instead of trying to move away, Irene stayed put and allowing the mature to have her way. Her mouth opened slightly which was quickly taken advantage of; Betsy's tongue ran through her mouth, Irene could even feel it make its way halfway down her throat. One of Betsy's large hands wrapped around her throat, threatening to **** the life out of her while the other pulled on her hair so that she'd tilt her head back for easier access. After her tongue could explore every nook and cranny of the girls mouth she pulled out and spit in Irene's mouth, before she could have time to process it Betsy's tongue immediately went back to its routine. In response, the younger girl let out a muffled groan that squeaked when she was choked harder. "I didn't think you'd be so Accommodating, especially since we last saw each other. " Betsy chuckled. "Good to see you still dress like you're going to town. Her hand guided down Irene's breasts, or what little she had, then curved around her hips towards her plump ass. Betsy bit and played around with her mouth long enough to distract the teen; Betsy lifted her dress slyly, then pressed an unsuspecting finger into Alice's asshole. She wanted to yell, to push her neighbor off of her and go back inside. But another part of her wanted that finger,which was only at the first joint currently, to be completely buried in her backside. She had remembered that last time she saw Betsy in her bathroom, the kissing that night led to the exact same outcome,but this time she seemed more welcoming to her mature neighbor. Especially when she pulled her finger out and **** it into her mouth. The taste was awful, but not as bad as she expected--soon two and three fingers bobbed in and out of her mouth, until it became a slobbery mess. Betsy looked her in the eyes, pupils dilated with heavy lust, " I have to have you...now. We can go to my place if you want."