Why You Should Use Incognito

Vanessa shoved the laptop across the counter. The screen kept stuttering on her own reflection. Anna leaned in, clicked twice, then once more, and laughed under her breath. "Somebody's been clicking things she shouldn't." Lines of folders spilled open, naked bodies crowding the desktop, banners screaming their warnings. "LaceLust, PinkPalace, SweetSlick, real filthy, real dangerous." Heat rushed Vanessa's face. "I was just browsing." "Try downloading this next time," Anna said, voice low, mouse sliding clean across the pad. She clicked one cleaner, authoritative link. The fan hummed a steady note, progress bar gliding to completion. "Pay your dues to the ladies who film right, Sky, and they won't brick your machine." Anna glanced sideways, eyes bright with the joke. "Not that every girl on there looked like they minded sneaking into your search history." Vanessa swallowed. "You saw the thumbnails?" "Scissoring blonde angel," Anna recited. "Same tits I stare at in the shower every morning, same little waist, same trim patch between her thighs. Admit it, you were eyeing me all week." Vanessa's tongue felt thick, so she used it. She closed the laptop and the space between them in one motion. Her hands slipped under Anna's soft tee, thumbs finding nipples already firm. They kissed, teeth clicking before tongues slid. Anna pushed Vanessa back to the counter, knelt fast, hooked her thumbs in shorts that dropped without resistance. She spread Vanessa open, tongue landing wet and direct on the swollen clit. Long, filthy circles followed. She sank two fingers, the angle exact, fucking with steady rolls of her wrist. Vanessa's thighs clenched, hips bucking each time Anna curled and sucked. The counter creaked, bowls clattered; Anna didn't pause. A breathy, broken whimper cut free when Vanessa came, walls gripping hard, throat raw. Anna rose, mouth glossy, gripped Vanessa by the jaw and fed her own taste back to her in a kiss both slow and open-mouthed. Vanessa stumbled them into the bedroom, stripped Anna in three quick tugs, and dragged her to the mattress. Anna's knees parted. Vanessa licked across every inch, burying her face until Anna's belly fluttered against her forehead. She slicked two fingers into Anna's tight heat, tongue relentless above until Anna's thighs locked, voice cracking into a pure, startled moan. Later, sweat-damp, Anna chuckled against Vanessa's neck. "Next virus visit, you're buying the paid site."