I’m A Lesbian 17

The pleasure from my breasts radiated to my genitals, but I could not rub my thighs together to stimulate myself. I tried to look down, and Michelle realized I needed something done to my pussy. She moved her right hand from my breast down to my swollen vulva, not focusing on any one part, but cupping my sex. She firmly pressed the palm of her hand into my genitals, giving me a surface to press back against as I closed my eyes and let go.