My Neighbor's A Lesbo!? - Payton Preslee & Kuleana

Kuleana asked Bernard if he had scored a date for her party. He hadn't, and he refused to show up alone. She told him to ask Payton next door. Bernard laughed it off. Payton preferred women. Kuleana marched across the hall anyway. Payton confirmed what Bernard already knew. Kuleana grew quiet, then curious. She wanted to know how two women actually fuck. Payton answered without hesitation, voice low, describing soft hands, slick fingers, slicker tongues. Kuleana's gaze dropped to Payton's mouth. Then it stayed there. Their lips met before either could second-guess it. Clothes hit the floor, breath hitched, heat flared. Payton guided Kuleana's mouth to her full tits, holding her there until the girl's tongue curled around a stiff nipple. Kuleana moaned, the sound muffled against warm flesh, then she slid lower. She parted Payton's thighs and tasted her, slow and hungry, learning every fold and throb Payton gave her. Bernard's problem was solved—for the night, at least—but Kuleana kept licking like she had found something worth keeping.