Zinyael should pleasure Abby with her tongue

"How wonderful," says Zinyael with genuine excitement. "You must take off all of your garments. Immediately so that I might touch you and pleasure you with my mouth!"

"Wait..." Abby takes a step back, her face somehow becoming an even deeper shade of crimson. "I mean, yeah, but this is happening... my body isn't very good... I don't..."

But Zinyael ignores the chubby teenager's protestations. The fallen angel lifts Abby's shirt over the girl's head, exposing her soft, pale midsection and enormous breasts contained by a plain, heavy-duty bra that no one was ever meant to see. Despite the large cups, Abby's youthful breasts still seem to overflow her bra, exposing the edges of her areolas.

"Oh my," says Zinyael, gazing in wonder at such generous proportions.

Abby covers up quickly, which only has the effect of squeezing her breasts even more tightly in her bra as her soft, mounds and one of her nipples bulge out of the cups. She gasps with embarrassment and moves a hand to cover her protruding nipple, which is bent upwards by the upper edge of the bra.

"Stop looking at me," she says. "I'm all fat. I know it."

"Fat?" Zinyael finally recognizes that the teenager is ashamed of her weight. Although Abby is much softer and rounder than Zinyael, her weight is still pleasingly proportioned to the eyes of fallen angel. The teen has thick thighs and an ample backside to match her huge breasts. Such proportions would be celebrated for most of the human history Zinyael has witnessed. It suggests fertility and motherhood, yet with Abby is still blushing and youthful. A perfect combination repeated in thousands of paintings by mankind's greatest artists and yet this girl is ashamed? "Oh, Abby, you are the most beautiful woman. You were designed by god and nurtured by--"

"Ice cream," says Abby. "And pizza. I get it."

But she clearly does not get it, so Abby decides to show her another way. To appreciate and celebrate Abby's beauty in the most intimate way possible. Zinyael locks eyes with the humiliated teen and presses against her. She catches Abby's hands and pushes them up against the door.

"I must see all of you," murmurs Zinyael. "I must prove to you that you are beautiful."

"Prove? How?" Abby seems almost afraid, but she does not fight back as Zinyael answers her with a kisses. The angel tastes Abby's soft lips and explores Abby's mouth with a probing tongue. The plump teen reacts naturally after a moment and their tongues swirl together as Zinyael resumes gently undressing Abby. With some effort, she unbuckles the many claps at the back of Abby's bra and frees the teen's huge breasts. Though Abby is young, her breasts are so large they do have a bit of a sag, but it is nothing to diminish their luscious beauty.

Zinyael kisses Abby more deeply, moaning against the teen's lips as she thrust's her perfect angelic breasts against the teen's larger mounds. Their nipples rub together and Zinyael moans again, feeling the tug of pleasure each time her straining buds drag against Abby's hard nipples. She breaks her kiss to move lower. She kisses Abby' shoulder, gathering Abby's breasts in her hands and cupping those warm mounds that overflow her grasp. Zinyael's tongue traces a line to Abby's left nipple, swirling around that blushing tip, tracing her wide areola before Zinyael captures the bud in her mouth. She gazes up into Abby's brown eyes as she sucks.

"Ohhh, goddddd," moans Abby, unable to look away from the beautiful angel.

Zinyael only does what comes naturally to her, moving to Abby's other nipple and sucking as her fingers toy with the glistening tip she has already suckled. She can almost imagine the mother's milk gushing from Abby's ample mounds. She smiles at the thought that the the teen might feed a nursery with her plump breasts.

But Zinyael does not linger long sucking at Abby's breasts. She falls to her knees and begins to unwind Abby's belt and unbutton her jeans.

"Take them off so that I might pleasure your womanhood," says Zinyael.

"My womanhood..." Abby seems to wake from the dream of having her breasts fondled and sucked. Her face is flushed and her words breathless. "You mean... oh... yes, right."

She seems to surrender to the pleasure despite any lingering shame. Abby moves to the bed and strips off her jeans and her plain pink panties that cradle her pale hips and hide the furry brown muff of her cunt. A strong womanly musk reaches Zinyael's nose as she follows the teen to the bed. She kneels between Abby's plump thighs and begins to softly kiss her legs from Abby's knees inwards.

Abby props her head up with two pillows so she can watch.

"Can't believe this is happening," moans the teen, stroking Zinyael's shoulder and silky golden hair.

"You are so beautiful," Zinyael says, running her fingers over the warm patch of hair. She uses both hands to part Abby's thighs wider and fingers to gently spread the partially hidden flower of Abby's sex. Zinyael sees the glistening pink inner folds, delicate and visible beneath the thin but untamed brown hair atop it. She feels a raunchy desire she had never imagined. She has never seen a woman this close and never viewed her own bare womanhood this intimiately.

Zinyael presses a kiss to the soft warmth of Abby's mound, feeling the silkiness of the teen's pussy hair and inhaling the exciting scent of arousal. Abby sucks in a gasp of pleasure, her body jerking and her ample mounds jiggling slightly.

"Your perfume excites my desire," murmurs Zinyael. "My need to taste the honey of your flower."

"The honey of... ohhhhh..." Abby's confusion is answered by the hot swipe of Zinyael's tongue. The fallen angel presses her face into Abby's mound, her nose buried in her fragrant fur, and she begins to lap at the hot petals of Abby's virgin flower. The nectar flows beneath Zinyael's tongue as she licks at Abby's delicate groove. The more she tastes, the sour sweetness of Abby's quim, the more she desires. Her tongue thrusts into that hot channel and Abby whines with pleasure, jerking her hips as Zinyael's nose rubs against her clit.

The fallen angel knows from the way Clark Bennett's cock touched her what places of her body felt the most pleasure. She reaches into those depths with her questing, curling tongue, tasting the hot inner channel of Abby's pussy. She slips her tongue out as Abby's thighs shudder around her and Zinyael begins to lap at the tiny bud of Abby's clit.

"That's... OHHHhhhhhhh... oh my god. That's amazing."

Zinyael's nimble tongue flicks Abby's straining clit, teasing around it and over it, lashing it again and again as the teen's juices spill. Abby lets out a whine of pleasure and bucks her hips, causing her breasts to roll and heave until she catches them in her hands and squeezes so tight that her fingers sink into her soft flesh. Zinyael's sucks at Abby's folds, tasting more and more of the teen's sweet honey and battering Abby's bud with deft lashes of her angelic tongue.

"Ohhhhh god! Ohhhhh it's so good, I'm... I'm cumming!" Abby arches on the bed, her back bowing as she thrusts herself against Zinyael's nuzzling face. Warm, slippery girlcum pours into Zinyael's mouth. She cries with surprise, drinking in the unique flavor and sucking urgently at Abby's clit. The chubby teen's ample thighs squeeze against Zinyael.

The fallen angel, for a moment at least, forgets the sadness of her predicament and her fears that she might never return to heaven. She finds the heaven there, between Abby's thighs, pleasuring the plump and beautiful teen to the heights of an intense, shuddering orgasm. It leaves Abby panting and shaking with aftershocks of her orgasm.

The teen begins to laugh. Zinyael wipes her face with her fingers and crawls onto the bed beside Abby, kissing her and stroking her trembling breasts with teasing fingers.

"That was... more than... oh, wow," laughs Abby, clearly struggling for words. She lifts her head, her face still flushed with her pleasure but her eyes wide and bright. "Let me pleasure you."

"You would like that?" Zinyael looks at her curiously.

"Maybe even more," says Abby. "You're so sexy. So pure and perfect. I want to, I don't know, like worship you."

"One should not worship false idols," scolds Zinyael.

"Nothing false about you," says Abby, reaching out to cup and squeeze Zinyael's breasts. The teen looks into Zinyael's eyes as she leans her face to Zinyael's breasts and begins kissing them and squeezing the soft mounds. Abby runs her tongue over one of Zinyael's nipples and the fallen angel gasps as pleasure shoots through her body. "See, it feels nice, doesn't it? Maybe I should try my tongue on you! It would only be fair."

"Only fair," moans Zinyael, watching Abby's warm tongue swirl around the angel's other pale pink nipple.

"How should I pleasure you? I've never done it before, but you've made me very willing to learn." Abby sucks softly at Zinyael's nipple and the angel croons with hot pleasure. "Should I thrust my fingers into you? My tongue on your pussy?"

"Pussy?" Zinyael is not familiar with the word.

"Mmmmhmmm," says Abby, almost drunk with lust. "Or maybe turn you over and try my tongue in that firm ass."

"There?" Zinyael's eyes go wide. "That is a thing that is done by humans?"

"Sometimes," Abby says, sliding her warm, soft body over Zinyaels. "I mean, I've seen videos. They're extra naughty."

The fallen angel had never imagined that! But as the teen rubs atop her and kisses Zinyael's shoulder and neck, the angel begins to entertain almost any sort of naughty idea. Perhaps, some small part of her warns, this has already gone far enough.