Dream Pairings: Kristen Scott

Elsa catches Kristen spying on Ana in the shower. She storms into her bedroom and shuts the door. Kristen follows, begs, explains. Elsa stays cold until the apologies turn into soft, slow kisses that melt her anger. Their mouths grow hungry fast. They yank clothes off and dive between each other's thighs. The fight still burns in their hips—tongues lap harder, fingers dig deeper. First one cums, loud and shaking, then the other. Elsa swings a leg over Kristen's and grinds down, slick skin sliding until both shudder. Kristen gets on top next, rocking until Elsa screams again. They lie panting, trade lazy kisses, then Elsa leaves to grab food. Kristen is still naked on the bed when Ana appears in a towel. She says she needs lotion on her back. Kristen hesitates but follows. Ana drops the towel, lies face-down, spreads her legs a little—offering everything. Kristen pours the lotion, rubs small circles over smooth brown skin, over the curve of Ana's ass. The touch turns intimate fast. She rolls Ana onto her back, palms gliding over those small, firm tits, nipples stiff under her thumbs. Kristen tries to pull away. Ana pulls her back, spreads her own thighs. Kristen stares, guilt twisting inside, then lowers her mouth. Ana tastes clean, warm, already wet. Kristen licks until Ana clamps her thighs and cums with a low, guttural sound. Ana flips the script, pins Kristen down, feasts on her until her legs shake. Then Ana sits on her face—Kristen eats greedily, tongue working, Ana grinding until she breaks again. Legs tangle, bodies lock, they trib in frantic, wet slides until they both finish one more time. Sweat cooling on their skin, they hear the front door open. Elsa's home.