Are You Sure You're Alone?

Megan sits alone in her bedroom, grounded, counting the minutes until boredom swallows her whole. She swears to her mother that Jenna won’t set foot in the house, and the promise seems to hold—until the movie’s tension snaps something inside her. One call later and Jenna’s lips are back on hers, hands roaming with reckless hunger. Her phone rings; it’s her mother checking in. Megan lies through short, shallow breaths while Jenna’s tongue traces lazy circles along her neck. They slip back into each other the second the line goes dead. A knock on the door. Another muffled ring. Megan’s heart races, but Jenna quiets her fear with slow, deliberate kisses that travel lower. Megan arches, lifting her hips. Jenna peels off her soaked panties and buries her face between warm cheeks, licking her tight rim until Megan’s bare pussy glistens. Fingers slide through slick folds. A tongue pushes inside. Megan whimpers, pressing back for more. The lovers trade places. Jenna spreads wide on the sheets, legs trembling as Megan sucks her swollen clit, slick noises filling the room. Then Jenna flips, thighs locked around Megan’s. They grind cunt to cunt—wet heat sliding in tight circles, hips snapping, chasing that sweet ache until they come hard, chests heaving, mouths searching for one last, breathless kiss.