Alex Ladd
Wet Dream: Part One
They stumble in, buzzed and beat, two girls who barely make it to the bedroom. Xandra drops her clothes without a thought, stretches out bare-ass naked right next to her shy friend. Penny stays covered, curls up tight in her dress, but the heat still finds her in sleep. In that dream she slides her fingers under the hem and rubs her swollen clit, eyes locked on Xandra's open legs, nipples stiff from the chill of the room. Every pinch sends another spark down her spine. Xandra wakes, catches the motion, mouth parting like she might protest, but the air already feels different. Penny rolls toward her, voice low and shaking: "Touch yourself with me." Xandra hesitates, says she doesn't swing that way, yet she lets Penny guide two wet fingers between her folds. Penny shows her the rhythm, then mirrors it on herself. One slick stroke and Xandra's back arches; her protest turns into a gasp she can't swallow. Penny leans in, seals her lips around a stiff nipple, sucks until Xandra whimpers. Fingers keep sliding, faster, wetter. Penny pushes lower, tongue tasting the first tang of Xandra's straight-girl cunt, and nothing stops her after that.
They stumble in, buzzed and beat, two girls who barely make it to the bedroom. Xandra drops her clothes without a thought, stretches out bare-ass naked right next to her shy friend. Penny stays covered, curls up tight in her dress, but the heat still finds her in sleep. In that dream she slides her fingers under the hem and rubs her swollen clit, eyes locked on Xandra's open legs, nipples stiff from the chill of the room. Every pinch sends another spark down her spine. Xandra wakes, catches the motion, mouth parting like she might protest, but the air already feels different. Penny rolls toward her, voice low and shaking: "Touch yourself with me." Xandra hesitates, says she doesn't swing that way, yet she lets Penny guide two wet fingers between her folds. Penny shows her the rhythm, then mirrors it on herself. One slick stroke and Xandra's back arches; her protest turns into a gasp she can't swallow. Penny leans in, seals her lips around a stiff nipple, sucks until Xandra whimpers. Fingers keep sliding, faster, wetter. Penny pushes lower, tongue tasting the first tang of Xandra's straight-girl cunt, and nothing stops her after that.