Are You Sure You're Alone?

Megan Rain's stuck in her room, bored senseless after her mom grounded her for breaking curfew again. Mom's heading out, making her promise not to call Jenna Sativa while she's gone. That promise lasts maybe twenty minutes. Fuck it, Megan thinks, and grabs her phone. Jenna shows up grinning like a troublemaker at a party, and they’re instantly all over each other, hands greedy, mouths wet. The fucking ringtone cuts through their heat—it's mom, double-checking the rules. Megan lies her ass off, heart racing, while Jenna’s fingers trace lazy circles on her thigh. They know they’re being bad but it only makes them hotter. Things get wild fast. Mouths crash, clothes drop, and suddenly there’s knocking and weird calls lighting up the screen. Megan freezes, creeped out like someone’s peeking in the window, but Jenna kisses her slow and sweet until the fear melts. She flips Megan onto her stomach, peels her shorts down, and plants slow kisses across her ass, tongue teasing her tight little hole until that shaved pussy’s dripping. Jenna slips two fingers between Megan’s slick lips, tongue flicking her rim while Megan’s moaning into the sheets like she’s forgotten how to stay quiet. Then she turns, spreads her thighs, and Megan dives in, licking soft cunt until Jenna’s eyes flutter and she’s begging for more. Jenna climbs over, grinds down, and their wet pussies slide against each other—slick, hot, greedy—tribbing until they both come hard, breathing shaky and grinning like they just got away with murder.