Astrid Is A Virgin

Astrid doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing. Virgin nerves, soft lips, the whole bit. Destiny just laughs, already on her knees. She’s been planning this—dragging her shy friend into the room and putting her on the bed, legs open. Destiny’s mouth is first. She sucks him wet, sloppy, letting spit drip down her chin, then kisses Astrid deep so she can taste it. When the cock presses between Astrid’s thighs she freezes. Too thick. Too hot. Destiny’s fingers slide down, spreading her slick. One slow push and that virgin pussy finally takes it. The stretch makes Astrid gasp, her big tits rocking every time he bottoms out. Destiny’s hand keeps her steady, whispering filth in her ear, guiding her hips. Each thrust gets louder—wet sounds, skin slapping, Astrid moaning like the good girl’s gone for good.