NSFW

Catie woke up to a gut punch. Yesterday’s wild jam session had gone up in flames across the internet, and one photo left her cunt spread open for everyone to see. Shares multiplied like sparks in dry grass. Aaliyah. Dillon. Jenna. Half of America already knew what her pussy looked like. Her stomach dropped. Mortification burned through her face, her chest. But Skylar had stayed the night. Skylar never wasted time on empty comfort. She promised something better: her mouth on Catie’s cunt. Just the mention of it made the panic soften at the edges. Clothes hit the floor fast. Skylar grabbed Catie’s ass hard, slapped it once, then harder, watching the skin redden. Catie dropped to her knees without hesitation. Her tongue slid straight between Skylar’s shaved lips, wet, strong, insistent. Skylar’s thighs tensed. Her breath cut short. She tried to keep her eyes open, wanted to watch every flick, every lap, but the heat built too quickly. When Catie pushed two fingers in and curled them, Skylar’s focus shattered. Her moans broke apart, sharp, loud, a scream edging toward something ragged. Catie knew the camera had caught her bare. Everyone online would assume that picture was the real thing. She needed Skylar to feel differently. Needed her own tongue, her fingers, to rewrite the memory in Skylar’s body. Skylar’s cunt was swollen now, sensitive, so she pulled back, repositioned Catie on all fours, and took her place behind her. Her tongue traced Catie’s pussy slowly, tasting the slick heat before her fingers joined in, sliding deep, knuckle after knuckle, until Catie’s cries filled the room. They shifted into 69 without words. Skylar’s mouth settled on Catie’s clit again while Catie buried herself between Skylar’s thighs. The rhythm found itself. Tongues matched pace. Fingers pumped in time. Moans vibrated against wet skin. The tension built until neither of them could hold it back. Orgasms tore through them sharp and bright, each shudder feeding the other until the room felt too small for the sound they made. When it passed, Catie rolled onto her back, breathing hard, already thinking of payback. That bitch was going to pay.