Slumber Party Sins

Alison Rey shows up expecting company. Kenna James says "girls only" but the girl's definitely aiming for more than two. The new girl doesn't flinch. Getting invited by Kenna and her step-sisters? That's power, and Alison likes the taste. She asks Kenna outright if the rumors hold water. The girl pivots, claims she hooked up with a guy a few nights ago, says his tongue drove her over twice. Kenna's mouth says male but her eyes light up with pure cunt hunger while they rest on Alison's. She leans in. Alison shoots upright, bolts to the bathroom, slams the door, lungs on fire. The butterflies stampede. Instead of stopping, she props on the sink, spreads wide, fingers driving hard up her cunt and over both tits while the other hand rubs fast circles on her clit. Pulse stops, thighs shake, she comes in wet, gasping waves. Outside, Kenna's pissed at herself, scared she's blown it—until the bathroom noise hits. She creeps to the door, listens to the moan that gives every secret away. When Alison finally steps out, face flushed, chest heaving, Kenna calls her bluff: busted. Alison lies. Kenna grins, says she liked the soundtrack. That pushes Alison's buttons—calls Kenna a fake dyke. Kenna leaves it in Alison's hands: want proof? Alison wants proof. Kenna grabs her face, shoves tongue down her throat, drags her to the mattress, peels denim and cotton away. She buries her mouth, sucking Alison's swollen pussy like it's feeding time. When Alison grabs Kenna's hips and returns the favor, her inexperienced tongue turns rabid on Kenna's clit—nothing shy about her now. She wants the taste, wants the sound, wants Kenna to prove every rumor right with her climax on Alison's lips.