My Neighbor's A Lesbo!? - Payton Preslee & Kuleana

Kuleana corners her roommate Bernard Sanchez, demanding to know if he’s got a date for her birthday. He doesn’t. Won’t go solo either. So she serves it up neat—drag the neighbor girl, Payton Preslee, across the hall as arm candy. Bernard laughs it off. Claims Payton’s a dyke. Kuleana wants proof. She bangs on Payton’s door like she owns the building. Payton answers, sleepy, half-dressed, and confirms it. “Yep, girls only.” The answer just makes Kuleana hungrier. Questions spill out fast. How do two women fuck? What does it feel like? Can one girl make another come like a guy? Payton doesn’t hold back. She spells it out slow, filthy, and clinical. Kuleana leans in closer with every word until her knee brushes Payton’s. She blurts it. “I think you’re hot.” Payton studies her, doesn’t blink. They crash together, mouths hot, teeth scraping. Clothes hit the floor in messy handfuls. Payton guides Kuleana’s head to a heavy breast first, lets her suck and bite, then shoves her lower until Kuleana is tasting cunt—slick, salty, open. Kuleana groans into it, tongue greedy, fingers clawing at the couch. Bernard waits down the hall for a date that will never show. Kuleana stays right where she is, getting loud, getting wet, and learning exactly what she likes.