Avery Jane & Scarlett Mae

Avery showed up at Scarlett’s place expecting lunch. Instead she caught her best friend complaining that her boyfriend had never made her come—had never made her come, period. Avery didn’t think twice. She pushed Scarlett back on the couch and buried her face between those soft, damp thighs, tongue sliding through slick heat, tasting every folded inch until the air went thick with Scarlett’s gasps. Then Avery spun her around, shoved her over the armrest, and slid a thick dildo in slick and deep. She bent low, rimming Scarlett’s tight little ass with quick, obscene strokes while the toy pumped inside her. Scarlett’s breath broke; her hips jerked, thighs locked, and she came—wet, shaking, helpless. Avery didn’t give her time to think. She stripped, pushed Scarlett flat, and straddled her mouth, grinding hard until hungry lips sucked her swollen clit and a tongue drilled inside. She rode Scarlett’s face until her own orgasm ripped through her, thighs clamping, fingers twisted in Scarlett’s hair. They lay tangled, breaths ragged, both of them finally sated.