Teen Seducer

Megan plays the field. She runs through women like cigarettes, lighting one up, then crushing it under her heel. Right now she's tangled up with Angellina—hot brunette, same devil reputation. First night they stripped down together I smelled trouble, so I hid a lens in the bedroom. The footage proves I was right. Soon as the door shut Angellina grabbed Megan's throat and bit her mouth open, tongue sliding deep while hands tore at lace. Megan shoved her thigh between those silky legs, grinding until the satin darkened with slick. Angellina's nipples tightened into hard beads; Megan latched on and sucked hard, flicking with her tongue. A thin moan spilled out. When Megan dropped to her knees she yanked the thong aside, spread Angellina's swollen lips, and licked her open in one slow, hungry stroke. Taste coated her chin. Angellina braced against the wall, hips bucking into every filthy lap. Then Megan rose, pushed her onto the bed, slid two fingers deep and pumped, curling to hit that spot that made Angellina clamp and shout. Juice ran down Megan's wrist as she added a third finger, fist moving faster, thumb pressing circles on the swollen clit. Both women glistened, bodies locked, rhythm quickening until the mattress shook and Angellina's cunt clenched in hard, shaking pulses. The lens caught it all—sweat, gasps, the shine between spread thighs—before the screen went white with a final, desperate orgasm.