My Killer Girlfriend - Part 1

After a year of burning phone calls and traded nudes, Joanna Angel finally stood face to face with Carmen Caliente. She had waved away the loose threads in Carmen’s story the moment her real hips filled her hands. Fingers dragged fabric aside before they even shut the bedroom door. Joanna’s mouth fastened on Carmen’s nipples, sucking them hard until Carmen arched and grabbed fistfuls of dark hair. Carmen answered by slipping two fingers straight into Joanna’s slick cunt, pumping until her knuckles shone. They dropped to the floor. Joanna spread Carmen’s thighs wide, buried her tongue from clit to tight little ass, then switched and let Carmen lick her open in return—slow, greedy strokes that ended with soft bites at swollen folds. Sweat-slick and breathless, Joanna pulled Carmen close and whispered the truth she’d been sitting on: no one believed Carmen existed. So tomorrow she would bring her friends to meet her. Carmen smiled, but the light in her eyes flickered and cooled.