Diamond Banks & Kenzie Love

Kenzie talks to Kevin every day from her bedroom like the rest of the world barely exists. Diamond keeps knocking, asking if she wants company or coffee or anything, and Kenzie always finds a polite way to stay inside. One evening Diamond passes her door and hears crying instead of the usual giggles. She steps in. Kenzie’s face is blotchy, phone face-down on the pillow. Kevin called it quits. Too much, too needy, he said. Diamond sits at the edge of the bed, thumb brushing a tear from Kenzie’s cheek. She tells her the only thing that needs fixing is the way she’s been treated. Then she leans in and kisses her, slow at first, tasting salt. Kenzie answers with her whole mouth. Clothes come off piece by piece, breath quickening against skin. Diamond’s tongue circles Kenzie’s clit until her thighs shake, then Kenzie returns the favor, burying her face between Diamond’s legs and moaning at the slick heat. They pull Diamond’s toys from the drawer one by one: a curved vibrator pressed deep while fingers work Kenzie’s clit, a thick silicone cock Diamond rides while Kenzie sucks her nipples. Each time one of them comes the other follows fast, legs tangled, sheets damp. When they finally stop, sweat cooling on bare skin, nothing feels broken anymore.