"No," she whispered

Rachel shook her head. "No," she whispered.

"Would you like to?" Liz asked, looking intently into Rachel's eyes as she hooked her nails on the girl's panties and pulled them down.

Rachel shivered at the feeling of nails on skin, breathing heavier the farther down the panties went. The crotch stuck to her damp mound until finally the pull of the older woman's hands separated her blood-engorged lips from the sodden underwear, leaving her most private parts exposed.

"So wet," Liz purred, pulling the panties the rest of the way off so she could spread the young girl's long lithe legs, revealing the decorated pussy between them.

"I love piercings," she murmured, leaning forward to the bare mound, making Rachel gasp and nearly orgasm as her finger was wiped along her gash, leaving the tip coated with wetness.

"Lick," Liz ordered, bringing the finger to Rachel's panting lips.

Rachel had never tasted pussy juice before except when it was on a cock that she'd just fucked. It felt so strange, yet so arousing to suck in the beautiful woman's glistening fingertip.

"Now," Liz began, straightening up, lifting her own skirt to reveal a neatly trimmed bush.