Giving The Wrong Impression

Laney Grey and Khloe Kapri had been buried in textbooks for hours when Khloe finally snapped and needed a break. Her shoulders ached, her back screamed. Laney offered to rub them out. Fingers dug into tight muscle, then Khloe moaned. Not a polite sound. A low, wet moan that went straight to Laney’s head. She kept moving. The noises grew louder, filthier. Khloe’s straight reputation meant nothing against the heat spilling out of her throat. Laney slid both palms down over Khloe’s tits, cupping them through fabric. Khloe froze, then whispered that she’d noticed. Laney’s hands stayed right there. “I’m straight,” Khloe breathed, already panting, “but now I want to know.” Clothes hit the floor. Khloe’s nipples stiffened under Laney’s tongue. Fingers slipped between slick folds. When Laney finally pushed her mouth between Khloe’s spread thighs and drove her tongue deep, Khloe came hard, legs shaking, no longer straight at all.