Introducing Jillian

Back at Webyoung, Dillion is breaking in a fan. Jillian flew in from Minnesota at nineteen, bright-eyed and keyed up. She’d binged every shoot, biding her time until she could slip beneath the camera herself. Now the camera’s on. Dillion peels Jillian’s panties to the side and works two fingers over slick cotton until the fabric clings, drenched. Jillian arches, already gasping. The panties come off. Dillion drops between her legs and licks in long, thirsty strokes across a shaved cunt that tastes like peaches and salt. When she rises, she straddles Jillian’s mouth, feeding her the same salt-sweet heat. Jillian learns fast: tongue flat, lips sealed, fingers curling just right. They twist into sixty-nine, hips rolling in perfect stutter-time, the wet sounds sharp in the quiet room. Dillion pulls back, grabs a slim vibrator, and turns Jillian onto her knees. She eases the buzzing toy inside, fucks her deep, thumb never leaving the swollen clit. Jillian cries out—sharp, grateful, already ruined for anything else.