Amiee cums around Helda's fingers

Amiee paused in her nursing to groan as Helda’s fingers slipped within her, sliding in and out, drawing out the pleasure from deep inside. It was so much better than her own hand she thought, arching against Helda, beginning to slide her hips in concert to Helda’s fingers, fucking herself against the counselors touch.

Helda smiled, looking down at Amiee’s closed eyes and blissful face, flushed rad and her lips tenderly sucking against Helda’s breast. She dug her fingers deeper, Amiee’s breath hitching, and seeming ready to cry with the pleasure, so intense it was nearly pain. Helda watched, the power intoxicating, her cock hardening to steel, stretching its bindings nearly to the breaking point, rubbing powerfully against the fabric.

Her fingers slowed, and from that height of pleasure, she eased Amiee back down. The girl groaned, some awareness returning to her eyes which gazed pleadingly at the woman above. Helda smiled down, so tender, her fingers slowly sliding in and out of Amiee’s box, slippery with the girl’s juices.

“Beg for it,” Helda said softly. “Beg to cum.”

Amiee gaped at her like a landed fish. Then Helda’s fingers pushed deep once more and she threw her head back with a keening cry.

“Yeeeees,” Amiee groaned. “Please. Make me cum. Oh god please! Please fuck me with your fingers! Fuck me! Make me cum!”

Helda laughed. “What a naughty girl you are,” she cooed. Leaning forward, she tipped Amiee on to her back. The collegiate struck the cushions of the couch limply, shivering as Helda’s fingers began pumping fiercely in and out of her. She groaned and writhed as Helda leaned over her, consuming her view with the powerful, curving feminine figure. Helda pressed a breast into Amiee’s mouth once more, and the pleasure **** girl immediately began to suck at the nipple and frantically lick the areola.

“Cum,” Helda panted, her eyes staring at Amiee intensely, watching for the fateful moment. “Cum for me. Cum!”

With a wail Amiee threw her head back. She came hard around Helda’s fingers, her juices pouring forth. Helda drank in the sight of the young woman’s body convulsing, impaled by her fingers, warm girl-cum covering her hand. And Amiee began to come down from her high, her lips parted and eyes staring at the ceiling without seeing, every breath she took laced with the heavy scent of sex and Helda’s perfume, and her heavy panting slowed, and she merely lay there, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.

Helda slipped her fingers free from Amiee’s pussy. She felt the girl’s eyes settling on her. The counselor smiled and arched her back, pressing out her breasts and licked her fingers clean. “Delicious,” she cooed with a smirk, never looking away from Amiee’s flushed face.