Make Her Pussy Rain

Katie and Bella meant to chase the sun. Thunder had other plans. So now they're inside, rain beating the windows like it wants in. Bella reaches for her laptop, says they'll kill time with something on screen. Katie ducks into the bedroom to pull up a title. What loads instead stops her cold—video after video of girls on girls, tongues flashing, thighs slick, sound turned low like a secret. Curiosity twists into heat. Katie calls Bella over, makes her watch the same clip she was just rubbing off to. Bella doesn't flinch. She drops to her knees, drags Katie's panties aside and sinks her tongue straight into that tight, young cunt. Katie grabs the sheets, legs shaking as Bella laps fast then slow, working the swollen clit until Katie's hips buck and her moan cuts sharp. Climax rips through her, leaves her panting. She flips Bella onto the bed, spreads those cheeks, and buries her face between them—licking Bella's puckered hole in long, wet strokes. The laptop keeps flickering behind them, forgotten. Who needs a plot when you can star in your own?