The Pick-Up Artist: Crash Course

Scarlett Sage and Violet Myers want nothing to do with dick right now, but they don’t know how to fuck girls. Enter Abigail Mac, the woman who turns inexperience into instant wet heat. Abigail shows up with zero patience and full control. She gets straight to business, telling them to forget books and start putting their hands, mouths, and tongues where they belong. The friends stumble through her drills at first—awkward eye contact, shaky lines—but every touch starts melting the distance. Scarlett licks a line up Violet’s neck, leans in for a kiss, feels the tremor run through both of them. “More pressure. Thumb on her clit like this. Make her feel it in her knees,” Abigail barks, pushing Scarlett’s face between Violet’s thighs. Violet gasps, hips jerking, cream already slick on Scarlett’s lips. Good girls still stuck on “we’re just friends” excuses get corrected quick. Abigail peels her own clothes off, climbs onto the bed, and plants her cunt at eye level. “You want pussy? Earn it. Eat like you mean it.” Their tongues dive deeper, fingers fuck faster, clits grind together as Abigail coaches every moan. Shy moans turn into sloppy sounds—wet sucking, fingers stretching, breasts bouncing while the two friends ride each other’s faces and Abigail rides their efforts until everyone is soaked, panting, and ready to hunt for themselves.