Rachel rides Penny's face

Rachel didn't hesitate at the offer. She wanted to see how far she could take this, how far she could push this freshly awakened thing inside Penny. She wanted to ride this fragile, trembling housewife until she was just another slut.

Climbing on top, Rachel straddled Penny, leaned forward, and kissed Penny's lips. It wasn't gentle. Rachel didn't have time for that. It was sloppy, urgent, all tongue and teeth and hunger. Penny whimpered into it, a clumsy kisser, but so so eager.

Rachel slipped off her bra, letting her tits spill free, her nipples tight with anticipation. She pressed one to Penny's open mouth, and she understood instantly, latching on and sucking hard. It sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through Rachel. How **** had this housewife become for her breasts in the span of an hour?

But that was just foreplay, and Rachel's patience was wearing thin. She reared up, scooted forward, and pinned Penny's forearms above her head in a single, casual move. Penny gasped as Rachel took control, submission in the wife's eyes.

"Open your mouth," Rachel commanded.

Penny did, instantly, like a good girl. And Rachel slid up, kneeling over Penny's face so that her pussy hovered just a breath above the housewife's trembling lips.

She let Penny look, just for a moment. Let her take in the sight of Rachel’s cunt, slick and swollen and needing. Rachel watched the awe grow in Penny’s eyes, and couldn't stop herself from rolling her hips, grinding the heat of her body closer and closer until she felt Penny’s breath on her clit.

“Eat,” Rachel hissed, lowering herself the last, and Penny obeyed.

At first, Penny was tentative, her tongue flicking out in shy, kittenish licks. Rachel rolled her hips, chasing the sensation, showing Penny what she liked with the rhythm of her own movements. “Harder,” Rachel groaned. “Use your tongue.”

Penny’s tongue grew bolder. She lapped at Rachel’s cunt, messy and eager, not caring about finesse or subtlety, just caught in the **** hunger to devour. Rachel’s thighs clenched together, trapping Penny’s cheeks in the soft vise of her legs. She rocked her hips harder, grinding her clit against Penny’s mouth. Penny’s nose pressed up against Rachel’s flesh, her tongue flattening out and dragging in long, wet strokes from hole to clit and back again.

God, she’d needed this. She’d needed the act of being worshipped, fucked by a housewife’s tongue, the thrill of riding the face of a woman who’d probably never even kissed a girl before today. Rachel let herself go, let her body move as it wanted, using Penny’s mouth as if it were just another toy made for her alone. She reached down and gripped Penny’s hair, riding every ridge and curve of her face, bucking and moaning and not caring who saw or heard.

Rachel glanced at the window. For a heartbeat, she wondered if John or Eve was peering from their house and could see them. She wanted them to see, see as she used Penny like she was nothing more than a toy. Rachel bore down, pressing herself tighter around Penny’s ears and letting her weight fully settle over the woman’s mouth. Penny’s hands went to Rachel’s ass, gripping hard enough to bruise, and pulled her down even tighter, as if she needed to drown herself in Rachel’s taste.

Rachel’s clit was swollen, pulsing with pleasure. Penny’s tongue stroked in rough, frantic lashes, **** to taste more. Rachel helped by grinding against her tongue, smearing arousal over Penny's lips and chin until it dripped from her jaw.

“God, yes, right there! Don't stop! Don’t fucking stop,” Rachel gasped.

She rocked her hips in time with the rippling waves of pleasure that built and built, faster and faster. Penny’s mouth sealed around her clit, sucking with an greedy pressure that Rachel had no idea Penny even possessed. That was enough to push her over the edge.

Rachel came. Hard. Her whole body locked down, clamping around Penny's face. She rode Penny’s face through the entire orgasm, grinding out every last jolt, every aftershock, uncaring if the woman could breathe or even if she wanted to.

Finally, Rachel slumped back and examined the wreckage she’d made of this woman. Penny’s face was glazed with arousal, her mascara streaked and hair a mess. Her lips were swollen and shiny, stretched in an awestruck, exhausted smile.

Rachel smiled back. “You did good, Penny. You did really fucking good.”