Cheat Day

Abigail Mac is pumped for the gym, lacing up in the bathroom mirror, when her girlfriend Celeste Star stirs awake. Celeste tries coaxing her back to bed, but Abigail insists the pre-workout is already in her system—she’s wired. Celeste smirks: they could burn that energy off right now. Abigail folds after one condition—Celeste must be her soulmate for the morning. Celeste kisses her, peels off her sports bra, and drags her into the bedroom. They shed what’s left of their clothes in seconds. Abigail’s hands slip between Celeste’s thighs, seeking slick heat. When she feels none, she grins. Celeste clamps her legs shut in playful defiance. Abigail parts them anyway, flexing her shoulders as she sinks lower, licking long stripes that leave Celeste gasping. Heat prickles under Abigail’s skin. She needs cooling. Celeste strips her leggings, tastes every inch, smacks the firm backs of her thighs and spreads plump lips until Abigail’s clit swells. Her tongue works Abigail over the edge. Abigail flips, lifts Celeste’s hips, and tongues her tight rim until Celeste writhes. They fold into a panting sixty-nine. Abigail grips Celeste’s ass, pulls her open, laps at her swollen cunt until Celeste shudders and spills into her mouth. Celeste flips her attention to Abigail’s dripping seam and sucks until Abigail comes again. Saliva glints between them; they press suctioned cunts together and grind in messy, wet circles, clit against clit, until both crest once more. Abigail bridges on shaky arms, holding her body rigid while Celeste sucks another long climax from her aching center.