Vanessa Veracruz / Scarlet Red

Vanessa leaned against the fence, breathing heavy. She'd been staring at Scarlet's legs again. That tight skirt barely covered anything. One glimpse and she was soaked. She started picturing herself in that pleated skirt, white blouse buttoned wrong, crawling between Scarlet's thighs. The blonde spread her legs without a word. Vanessa buried her face in that slick, warm heat—tongue diving, sucking, slurping up every drop. Her own thighs trembled. She pushed harder, lips sealed around Scarlet's swollen clit, fingers gripping her ass like she needed it to stay upright. Scarlet's juices coated her chin. Vanessa moaned into her, filthy, hungry, completely gone. The fantasy played on loop. Every time she got off thinking about it, she just wanted more.