She wants Helda, and tit play begins

“I…I want it,” Amiee mewled, squirming beneath the dominating touch of the other woman. “I want you…Oh god…Please...”

“Then you shall have me.” The words caressed the girl’s ear, moments later followed by a sigh of the loosening knot. “And I, you.” Her top fell, her breasts liberated only to be seized by knowing hands.

“You’re beautiful,” Helda whispered as she groped the younger woman’s sensitive breasts, feeling their weight and stroking the tanned skin. They were loving hands, experienced and masterful in their art as they caressed and smoothed, tweaked and felt. Amiee arched her back, pressing her breasts into those masterful fingers with a moan as Helda assaulted her neck with nips and lashes of the tongue.

Stopping, Helda leaned back, thrusting her expansive chest out for the teen’s perusal. Amiee stared as though hypnotized at the pert globes held by the flimsy white fabric of the blouse, tracing the contours of the shirt as it strained to hold their treasures. “Touch them,” Helda sighed.

Amiee breathed heavily, the scent of Helda’s perfume filling her head with a fog of desire. Uncertainly her hands rose of their own accord and gently began to stroke the fabric as though memorizing their shape.

“Undo the buttons.”

Amiee obeyed. She gasped as Helda’s breasts came into view; the pale mounds of flesh tipped with a pair of throbbing nipples presented themselves, so full without a hint of sag.

“Worship them.”

Beyond thought, Amiee leaned forward and felt the smooth cream of the councillor’s skin. The way the engorged tits shuddered and jumped as she ran her hands over them in amazement of their size, their fullness, as though something so perfect should not exist. They rose and fell with Helda’s sudden breathing as the innocent teen found the nipples, stroking and pinching them experimentally, in awe of them and the power they held over her.

Amiee felt their heft, her palms sliding underneath back and forth. The sudden urge to taste them filled her and, without a word of warning she leaned forward and kissed Helda’s nipple. It was a dusky taste, rich and tantalizing like the perfume that now filled the room. Amiee’s head swam, unresisting as Helda’s palm pushed the teenager’s head closer, Amiee’s lips doing what came naturally and gently beginning to suckle like a babe.

Helda grinned overhead. A confident, smoky look of a predator whose prey had not only fallen into the trap, but bathed in sauce, and brought their own platter to the meal. Helda slid her other hand down the curve of Amiee’s back, and felt the coarse fabric covering the curve of the teenager’s toned ass.