Schoolgirl Dreams Cum True

Katana can't stop staring. Ayumi's the kind of girl she wants to be—tight skirt, legs that go on forever, that reckless smirk that says trouble's already on its way. Turns out Ayumi wants the same thing. Just the two of them. Private party. They don’t waste time. Katana’s on her back, skirt hiked, panties gone. Ayumi’s tongue dives straight between her slick folds and Katana bucks, breath punched out of her lungs. Fingers dig into Ayumi’s hair, pull harder. Wet sounds fill the room—filthy, loud. Ayumi moans into her cunt like she can’t get enough, and the vibration rattles Katana straight to the edge. Katana wants in, too. She drags Ayumi on top, flips her, and buries her face right where it belongs. Pussy against pussy, heat grinding heat. Their tongues work in sharp little circles, sloppy, eager. Fingers slip in deep—two, then three—stretching, curling, knuckles glistening. They grind against each other’s hands, hips stuttering, teeth catching skin. Sweat, spit, the slap of skin. Every moan turns ragged. They come hard. Once, twice—body-shaking waves that hit back to back, soaking fingers and tongues. Still panting, still twitching, they dive back in like they’re starving, chasing the next crash together.