Home Alone

Lily just got yanked out west to live with her old man and barely had time to unpack before he ditched her in this giant, weird-ass house. Stir crazy and homesick she hits up her only friend from the new school, Jenna, and begs her to swing by. Jenna kills the TV idea cold and starts digging into how Lily left her boyfriend behind. Lily pouts about it, but Jenna leans in slow, stroking that black hair, telling her she’ll happily fill the gap. Lily hesitates hard—she’s never so much as kissed another girl—yet Jenna slides in anyway, soft lip to lip, hands roaming her slim frame like she owns it. Lily tries to pump the brakes, terrified Dad’s gonna stroll in, but when Jenna backs off and offers to leave, the sudden emptiness hits different. Lily grabs her wrist and decides she wants the heat to stay. Clothes hit the floor in record time: top, tiny shorts, pink panties, everything. Jenna lays her out on the sofa, licks two fingers, then drags them slow and wet over Lily’s tight little slit. She drops between those smooth thighs and goes down with purpose, tongue flicking, sucking, drinking every drop until Lily’s shaking and moaning loud. Jenna swings a leg over, pressing her own soaked cunt to Lily’s, hips grinding in tight circles, slick flesh sliding together until both girls cum hard, pussy juice smearing the cushions. Lily returns the favor with that silver studded tongue, flicking Jenna’s swollen clit, then two sets of fingers plunging in and out, knuckles knocking while they pant and squirt. Jenna gets nasty, spreading Lily’s cheeks and tongue-fucking that tight hole while fingers stay buried in her cunt. Jenna rides Lily’s face next, thighs clamped, rocking with a thumb sliding in and out, then flips into 69, lips locked back on Lily’s honey hole, faces glossy, bodies slick, the couch soaked and two loud teenagers still chasing that second wave.