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Gina Valentina shows up at Eliza Ibarra's place straight from the office, all smiles, ready to kick back after hours. Conversation shifts fast when Eliza drops the bomb she's been hearing: Gina's been riding Mr. Smith's dick. Threat hangs right there: quit it or Eliza calls HR. Gina's eyes go wide. She spins excuses fast, but none of them land. Feeling the walls close in, she blurts the only card left—there's no way she's fucking him because she's a lesbian. Eliza almost laughs. She's a lesbian herself, hit every bar worth mentioning, knows every girl's name, and never once clocked Gina in the scene. Gina's mouth snaps shut. Eliza keeps firing questions Gina can't answer, and the whole story falls apart in real time. Desperate, Gina grabs the back of Eliza's neck and presses their mouths together. Eliza lets it happen, then leans back and smirks. "One kiss doesn't prove shit." Gina bites her lip, then makes the real offer: she'll eat Eliza out right now to prove it. Eliza's brows lift, but she peels off her skirt and settles on the couch, legs open. "Go on then." Gina drops to her knees, tongue shy at first, tentative little flicks like she's reading from someone else's playbook. Eliza's fingers thread through her hair, guiding her—shallow circles, pressure, when to suck—until Gina's tongue works with purpose instead of panic. She learns fast. Next lesson is scissoring. Eliza pins her thigh over Gina's, slides in so their wet cunts line up, then sets the rhythm, grinding their clits together until both of them pant and shiver. Every slick drag teaches Gina exactly what two girls can do to each other, and Gina stops thinking about the lie and starts thinking about the next time she's on her knees.
Gina Valentina shows up at Eliza Ibarra's place straight from the office, all smiles, ready to kick back after hours. Conversation shifts fast when Eliza drops the bomb she's been hearing: Gina's been riding Mr. Smith's dick. Threat hangs right there: quit it or Eliza calls HR. Gina's eyes go wide. She spins excuses fast, but none of them land. Feeling the walls close in, she blurts the only card left—there's no way she's fucking him because she's a lesbian. Eliza almost laughs. She's a lesbian herself, hit every bar worth mentioning, knows every girl's name, and never once clocked Gina in the scene. Gina's mouth snaps shut. Eliza keeps firing questions Gina can't answer, and the whole story falls apart in real time. Desperate, Gina grabs the back of Eliza's neck and presses their mouths together. Eliza lets it happen, then leans back and smirks. "One kiss doesn't prove shit." Gina bites her lip, then makes the real offer: she'll eat Eliza out right now to prove it. Eliza's brows lift, but she peels off her skirt and settles on the couch, legs open. "Go on then." Gina drops to her knees, tongue shy at first, tentative little flicks like she's reading from someone else's playbook. Eliza's fingers thread through her hair, guiding her—shallow circles, pressure, when to suck—until Gina's tongue works with purpose instead of panic. She learns fast. Next lesson is scissoring. Eliza pins her thigh over Gina's, slides in so their wet cunts line up, then sets the rhythm, grinding their clits together until both of them pant and shiver. Every slick drag teaches Gina exactly what two girls can do to each other, and Gina stops thinking about the lie and starts thinking about the next time she's on her knees.