The Broken Bed

Kenzie's trying to focus on her book when the banging from upstairs ruins it. Darcie Dolce is pounding her ex again and the sounds rip through the floor. Kenzie shakes her head. Won't stop. A knock on her door. Darcie walks in, casual as hell, and asks to crash in Kenzie's bed. Bed's wrecked from all that grinding. Kenzie hesitates. Darcie climbs on anyway. She peels off her shirt. Voluptuous tits spill out, heavy and swollen from fucking all night. Kenzie stares. She's never seen breasts like that. Darcie grabs her hands and presses them against the soft flesh. Kenzie's thumbs circle the stiff nipples before she can stop herself. Darcie moans and moves lower. She strips naked, lies back, spreads wide. Kenzie's fingers find the slick heat between her thighs and rub her clit in tight circles while Darcie watches. Each stroke makes the air thicker. Darcie strips Kenzie's shirt and takes her mouth, tongue hungry, hands already grabbing more. The ex-girlfriend's gone. Now it's just the two of them with time, a bed, and nothing left to hide.