My Killer Girlfriend - Part 1

After a filthy year trading videos online, Joanna finally flew her girlfriend Carmen out to meet. Joanna ignored every red flag—Carmen’s stories were sketchy as fuck. The moment they locked eyes they forgot how to talk, just started ripping each other’s clothes off. They spent that first night trading spit over tits, dragging fingers deep into dripping cunts, tonguing asshole like dessert. When it was over and they lay there sweaty, Joanna laughed like a kid who just won the lottery. “Nobody back home thinks you’re real, babe,” she said. “Tomorrow I’m gonna prove every single one of ’em wrong.” She already typed the invite to her crew. Carmen’s smile cracked right in the middle, bright idea suddenly tasting sour.