A Tale Of Two Jennas

Jenna J Ross walked into class and there she was: Jenna Sativa, the new girl with the knowing half-smile. Numbers were swapped. Jenna S thought nothing would come of it. Then her phone lit up. She showed up at Jenna J’s place and the small talk lasted exactly three minutes. Jenna J leaned in, mouth warm, and the conversation turned physical. Jenna S stiffened at first, then melted when Jenna J whispered, “Don’t be shy; us Jennas stick together.” Her dress slid down like a sigh. Jenna J’s hands roamed every inch of warm, untouched skin, praising the gentle swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist. Jenna S returned the favor, stripping Jenna J bare. They stretched out on the sheets, licking and tasting like they had all night and nowhere else to be. Jenna J pressed her tongue to Jenna S’s smooth, bare pussy until the shy girl’s thighs trembled and the sheets grew slick. Afterward they moved to the shower, bodies gleaming, fingers and mouths never idle. Water streamed over them while Jenna J fingered Jenna S to a shaking climax against the tiles, then gasped when Jenna S returned the favor, two slick bodies locked together until each girl came hard enough to forget her own name.