Abigail Loves Anikka

Abigail Mac keeps thinking about Anikka Albrite's body lately, how every curve and soft inch makes her cunt pulse. It's foreign, completely new. Never had anything up her ass before. Still, the way Anikka's experienced ass looks so round and inviting, Abigail pictures starting slow—Anikka touching her first, long fingers playing with her pussy, then circling her rim. Taste me, Abigail thinks, whimpering. Then Anikka leans in and runs her wet tongue over that untouched hole, dragging slow, pressing firm, sinking deep until Abigail writhes and moans. The sheets twist under tight fists. She can't stop imagining what happens next: how that thick toy will stretch her open, how Anikka will work it in, inch by inch, until she's begging for more, craving every thrust. Nervousness tingles right beside heat. She wants it from her, only her. With Anikka, the want always wins out.