Romancing the Bully

Keisha wakes to a sharp pulse behind her eyes. Gina sits at the edge of the bed, calm and certain. She asks why Keisha keeps tearing other girls down. Keisha snaps back that her family built the farm; outsiders have no right to waltz in and change the rules. Gina listens, then leans closer. "Maybe you just want to touch them and don’t know how to say it." The words land hot between them. Keisha’s protest dies the moment Gina’s mouth touches hers. Soft at first, then eager—lips parting, tongues sliding. Gina slides Keisha’s top higher until her small breasts spill free. Keisha lies back, chest rising fast. Gina shrugs off her tank top, lifts Keisha’s chin, and presses a tight nipple into her open mouth. Keisha sucks hard while Gina grinds wet heat against her knuckles. Gina moves up, knees spread, and lowers her shaved pussy onto Keisha’s tongue. The taste is rich, slippery; Keisha laps deeper, nose pressed to Gina’s mound, learning fast. Gina moans once, then climbs off, flips Keisha’s thighs apart, tugs the cotton panties aside, and licks straight up her soaked slit in one slow stroke. Skin to skin now, Gina guides Keisha onto her back again. Their pussies slide together, slick lips parting with every roll of Gina’s hips. Keisha’s clit throbs and swells; Gina rides it harder, then drops low, sucking and licking until Keisha starts shaking. When she pushes Gina down and kisses her way between those silky thighs, the rhythm shifts—tongue strokes, fingertip circles, both of them learning. Gina turns onto all fours, ass high. Keisha tongues the tight rim of her asshole, slow circles turning fast. Gina hisses, then reaches back to pull Keisha’s face closer. They trade places, tongues out, grinding clits against wet muscle until the room fills with the wet sound of two bodies chasing the same sharp finish.