Mixed Messages

Kristen's done waiting. Today she's telling Ivy exactly what she wants. Those months of Ivy's wandering hands and bare flashes under short skirts built a heat she can't ignore any longer. She sets a plate of warm cookies between them. Then she leans in close and whispers that she wants Ivy to taste her pussy too. Ivy's smile breaks wide open—she's been aching for Kristen, holding back on purpose to watch her squirm. Their lips meet, soft at first, testing, then open, wet, and urgent. Ivy drags Kristen's shirt away, baring breasts that fit perfectly in her palms. They pant their confessions against each other's mouths. Hands roam. Ivy slides two fingers into Kristen's soaked cunt while Kristen pulls Ivy's thigh over her lap. Tongues, teeth, skin on skin—they map every slick inch they've both been craving, determined to leave nothing unexplored between them.