Ripped Out Of Her Comfort Zone

So Little Puck's pants split right down the back at the party. She ducks into the bedroom quick to hunt for something to cover her ass. Her best friend Kenna follows and finds her freaking out - pants around the knees, face burning, humiliated. Kenna stands there for a second, then grins and yanks her own pants apart at the seam. Now both their asses are hanging out and Puck starts laughing instead of crying. They don't stop. They tear the rips wider until everything shows - cheeks, thighs, the damp spot between Puck's legs. They eye each other, breathing heavy, and that's it. Kenna drops to her knees first. Puck's cunt's already shiny when Kenna spreads her open and buries her tongue. Puck grabs the dresser for balance and moans low, remembering they're not alone. She turns and bends Kenna over the bed next, fingers buried in her pussy, then lays back so Kenna can straddle her face and grind her dripping slit across Puck's tongue. Every few minutes one of them hushes the other, but they keep going - slick palms slapping skin, mouths messy, grinding hard until they both come hard enough to knock the bed frame against the wall. Panting, they peel the shredded pants off, toss them in the trash, and Puck borrows a clean pair from the host's drawer. They give each other one last tongue kiss before slipping back out to the party like nothing happened.