Being Gay Is OK!

It was Uma Jolie’s birthday, so she treated herself to a massage. Angela White ran her hands over a smooth table. The older woman’s black t-shirt read “Some chicks marry chicks, so get over it.” The words punched Uma right in the gut. She swallowed, slipped out of her clothes, and lay face-down. Oil slid in a warm river down her spine. Angela worked deep, thumbs digging into knots along the girl’s hips. When lips brushed across Uma’s bare feet, a shiver bolted up her legs. Uma flipped, eyes narrowed. Angela raised one eyebrow, dared her to leave, then Uma chose to stay. Strong fingers cupped her small tits, circled the stiff nipples. The pressure sank lower, into the hollow above each thigh. Angela’s knuckles grazed the thin strip of hair between Uma’s legs, then two fingers slid straight inside the slick heat. The teen gasped, back arched. She came hard once, twice, before Angela peeled off her shirt and shorts. Thighs tangled, wet cunts kissing. They scissored fast. Uma tasted her own salt on Angela’s mouth, then bent low, licked, sucked until Angela shook and cursed. Later they flipped, tongues greedy in a tangled 69. Angela came again, loud. Uma grinned, tongue still working—already hooked.