My Neighbor's A Lesbo!? - Honey Gold & Skye Blue

Skye’s pipes burst and soaked her apartment, so Honey let her crash next door until the plumber finished the job. Skye kept apologizing for the trouble, but Honey just shrugged, grabbed her coat, and told her she’d be out working anyway. Skye didn’t realize until then that Honey danced at a women-only bar. When Honey came home late, Skye asked how the shift had gone. Honey said fine until the date she’d lined up ghosted her. Now she was horny with no one to take it out on. She asked if Skye minded if she rubbed one out on the couch. Skye wasn’t into women, but she said go ahead. Honey stroked herself a minute, then shook her head. She needed a better view. Skye peeled off her panties, legs open on the cushions, and let Honey look. Still nothing. Skye leaned in and pulled Honey’s face between her thighs. Honey licked until her fingers found their own rhythm, then flipped Skye onto her back and tasted her in return. The only thing left between them after that was sweat and the quiet ache of two people who knew the score.