Dancing Too Far

Kristen Scott picks oranges outside when she spots Lana Rhoades inside, moving to her own beat. She drops the fruit and runs in. Lana catches her staring, grins, keeps dancing. Moments later they're pressed together, breathing heavy, mouths locked. The kiss tastes like heat built up for months. Lana pulls back. 'Don't want to fuck up the friendship.' Kristen, almost laughing: 'Maybe we make it better.' Before she finishes, Lana slams her lips back on and drags her to the couch. Clothes peel off between rough kisses and soft laughs. Kristen yanks Lana's shirt up, a perfect tit bounces free, and she sucks the nipple hard, tongue flicking tight circles till Lana moans. Then it's Lana's turn—Kristen's shirt hits the floor and Lana feasts, licking and biting until both are stripped bare. They stretch out on the cushions, fingers sliding between spread thighs, tasting, teasing, sucking each other's pussies like they've been starving for this all along.