Home Alone

Lily just moved west and the big old house gives her the creeps. Alone for the night, she phones Jenna. Jenna shows up ready to talk, but talk turns quick. Lily spills about the boyfriend she left behind and Jenna leans in, offering to take his place. Lily thinks that kiss is wrong, dirty even, but her mouth parts anyway. Jenna tastes like temptation, hands sliding down her ribs. Lily’s chest tightens—Dad could walk in any second—so she pushes Jenna off, says stop. Jenna asks if she should go, but Lily pulls her back instead. Shorts hit the floor. Jenna’s mouth finds Lily’s small tits, biting until the nipples stand. When Jenna spreads her open, fingers coast over wet skin, then disappear between lips. Her tongue drives in, licks deep, circles the swollen clit until Lily arches and breaks. They line up cunt to cunt, soaking each other with every grind. The sofa creaks, their hips slap harder, slick sound rising until Lily’s moaning through another climax. Lily’s pierced tongue flicks Jenna’s clit, teeth tease the hood. Two fingers curl inside, pumping fast; Jenna comes hard, fingernails digging into cushions. Jenna pushes Lily down again, tongue tracing her rim while two fingers piston in and out of her cunt. She rides that tongue, hips bucking, until she drenches Lily’s mouth and face. They twist into 69, the night dissolving into one long, wet shiver after another.