Bunking Up: Part One
2016·35 min·97% liked·51.1K Views
Kimmy Granger sits on her bed, legs spread, one hand working between her thighs. Kristen steps in and freezes. Kimmy’s eyes flick up, bored, and her lip curls. “Close the door.”
Kristen shuts it but doesn’t leave. Instead she spots a tablet left open on the dresser. Porn lights the screen—two girls grinding. She picks it up. Kimmy watches her, not stopping the slow circles she’s making over her clit.
Kristen slips a hand down her own jeans. She leans against the wall, thumb on mute, volume low. Her eyes stay on the screen, then slide to Kimmy’s bare, shaved pussy. The sound of slick fingers fills the room. Kimmy’s small, natural tits rise and fall with each steady breath. She doesn’t invite Kristen closer. She just lets her watch.
Kristen’s mind drifts. In the scene she builds, Kimmy is naked, crown of dark hair loose, kneeling over Kristen’s face. Kimmy lowers her smooth cunt onto Kristen’s mouth and rocks, slow at first, then harder. Kristen’s tongue finds every fold while her own hand pumps between her legs. Kimmy moans, grabs Kristen’s hips, and spins them into a sixty-nine. Their bodies lock together—tongues buried, hips snapping. Then Kimmy pulls Kristen up, straddles her thigh, and starts to grind. Their wet pussies slide against each other in tight circles until both girls shake and cry out, coming so hard the bed creaks.
Back in the room, Kristen’s knees give. She bites her lip, fingers still moving. Kimmy keeps stroking herself, eyes half-lidded, saying nothing. The question hangs in the air between them.













