Gia Derza & September Reign

Gia has wanted September for years. Best friends, endless sleepovers, and September's ass was perfect—round, soft, always on display when she wore those tiny shorts to bed. One night the want got too loud. Gia lay beside her, hand working quietly under the blanket, breath caught in her throat as she stared. Her clit throbbed. Fingers slid faster. She tried to stay silent, but her hips bucked and a moan slipped out. September rolled over. Gia couldn't stop. Her thighs shook, pussy pulsing, soaking the sheets as the orgasm ripped through her. September watched every shudder, every wet sound, eyes dark and newly hungry. She hadn't touched a girl before. That changed right then. September yanked the blanket off and stripped Gia's bottoms. She dropped between her legs and licked hard, tongue dragging through slick folds, drinking everything Gia had spilled. Gia grabbed her hair and pulled her closer. When September lifted her face, mouth shiny, Gia flipped her onto her back and ate her virgin cunt until September's voice cracked. But September's real need was Gia's ass. She flipped her friend onto her stomach, spread those cheeks, and buried her tongue deep. Sleepovers stopped being about sleep after that.