Following Wendy’s lead, she grabbed onto the hem of the bigger girl’s bloomers with both hands, and Wendy bit her lip as the silken fabric was slowly pulled away from her.
Teasing around the hips, they surrendered to Wendy’s touch, while Tink exposed a tuft of dark curls, cresting over a soft, innocent cleft and trailing down between her thighs.
Tink ran her hand through the hair and admired the tough, bristly texture, the musky scent, the seething dampness of the teen’s exposed sex.
Her hand dared delve in, and she stroked silken flesh. Wendy giggled at her touch, and a boiling hot button came out to play between her lips, protruding and sensitive.
”Ooh!” Wendy bucked, her thighs clenching together and trapping Tink’s arm. “Do be gentle, Tinkerbell!”
Tink just poked her tongue out and flexed her fingers, which teased tender flesh and forced another squeal from the bigger girl.
”Oh, naughty…” Wendy purred, and removed her bloomers, kicking them from her left foot and letting them flutter down to the floor.
”I suppose you’ve gotten your way, Tink dear.” Wendy giggled, letting one leg splay out while the other hitched up at the knee. Tink naturally floated about her thighs, taking in the sight before her.
Wendy herself was nervous, giggling awkwardly as Tink’s eyes scanned her every pore and crevice. But making no attempt to cover herself up, save one hand that was periodically squeezing her right breast, she was exposed and vulnerable. And ready for the taking.
Tink landed under the massive arch of Wendy’s right leg, creeping inwards to her pussy, pink and glistening with anticipation in the ship’s limited light.
Starting with a gentle kiss on the lips, Tink licked her own as she sunk her fingers into pink silk. Scalding hot and yielding to her advances, she kept pushing all the way up to her bicep, tracing her fingers along all the tiny bumps and undulations inside her. Meanwhile Wendy was trembling with every movement as Tink found her position.
Steadying herself with a fistful of pubes in one hand, she pumped the other arm in and out of the tween, soaking her arm up to the shoulder in Wendy’s juices, and drinking in the noises the bigger girl made from her movements.
Her lips met the boiling button from earlier, and a tongue slowly extended, bringing electricity to Wendy’s most sensitive little node. Her free hand was clenching at nothing on the floor, while her chest was getting the massage of its life as her innocence was being pilfered from her. And by a tiny fairy, no less.
”Ohh, Tinkerbell…” she moaned, her other leg falling with a sweaty clap against the ship floor. Her other hand joined in on the festivities, and Tinkerbell was the first to admit she didn’t appreciate being ground into Wendy’s engorged sex. But between her hardworking fingers and Wendy mashing the fairy into her crotch, it wasn’t long before something deep within the girl burst like a balloon, and she collapsed backwards, heaving.
”Oh! Oh dear…” Wendy gasped, still holding Tink hostage against her pussy. “That was wonderful, Tinkerbell! If a bit shameful, I won’t lie…”
Tink wrestled herself from Wendy’s love soaked grip, and took a seat on the tween’s mound. Maybe they could do this again sometime.