Lesbian Practice Run Cum

Natalie tells Bella she might leave her boyfriend. The words hang between them before she adds the part that scares her most: she might be gay. Bella watches the girl, sees the flush creeping up her throat, and doesn’t waste breath on theory. She takes Natalie by the hand and leads her inside. Inside, Bella presses the smaller girl onto cool sheets and peels her jeans down slowly. Her own top comes off next, exposing heavy breasts and the soft, round belly beneath them. Natalie’s eyes track every inch. Bella climbs between those slim legs, spreads the pink lips with her thumbs, then lowers herself so their cunts meet. She rocks forward, dragging her own slick, swollen flesh across Natalie’s until both women shine with it. The blonde’s hips jerk; her voice cracks when she comes, sharp and sudden, the sound caught between a cry and a laugh. Bella gives her no time to drift. She reaches into the bedside drawer, straps thick silicone between her thighs, and slicks it with lube. Natalie watches, knees still trembling. Bella nudges inside—steady, thick, relentless—until every inch is seated. She fucks her with short, grinding strokes, then long, hard ones that slap skin and rattle the headboard. Natalie claws at Bella’s shoulders, throat open, nipples tight and pink as she rides each thrust to a second, louder finish. Her questions about who she is can wait. Right now the room is nothing but sweat, wet sounds, and Bella’s hips driving into her without pause.