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Clara ditches her own damn birthday bash the second no one’s looking. Avery Lust looks pissed and half-drunk, tired of her boyfriend ignoring every hint she gave about hating surprise parties. Jane finds her hiding out, that’s Beca Barbie, all curves and cocky grin. Clara vents about every clueless guy who’s ever gifted her exactly what he wanted. Jane listens, smirks, then drops the bomb: maybe she’d be better off switching teams. Clara laughs it off at first but the tension in the room shifts. Jane moves in slow, runs her fingers up Clara’s bare thigh, leans close enough to taste the leftover birthday-cake sugar on her lips. Clothes come off fast after that. Jane’s tongue finds Clara’s nipples first, sucking each one stiff before sliding lower, spreading her open on the bed. She eats Clara’s pussy like she’s starving—wet, loud, deliberate licks that make Clara’s hips buck. Clara’s never had a girl between her legs; she gasps, grabs Jane’s hair, and comes hard the first time with Jane’s fingers buried knuckle-deep and her mouth locked on her clit. Jane doesn’t stop. She flips Clara onto all fours, eats her from behind, tongue fucking her ass and pussy in turns until Clara’s dripping down her own thighs. Then Jane straps on a thick toy, lines up, and fucks her proper—long, deep strokes that slap skin and make Clara moan filthy things she’s never said out loud. Jane grips her hips, calls her a good girl, pounds until Clara comes again shaking and swearing. When it’s over, both of them sweaty, Jane grins like she just fixed everything a man couldn’t.
Clara ditches her own damn birthday bash the second no one’s looking. Avery Lust looks pissed and half-drunk, tired of her boyfriend ignoring every hint she gave about hating surprise parties. Jane finds her hiding out, that’s Beca Barbie, all curves and cocky grin. Clara vents about every clueless guy who’s ever gifted her exactly what he wanted. Jane listens, smirks, then drops the bomb: maybe she’d be better off switching teams. Clara laughs it off at first but the tension in the room shifts. Jane moves in slow, runs her fingers up Clara’s bare thigh, leans close enough to taste the leftover birthday-cake sugar on her lips. Clothes come off fast after that. Jane’s tongue finds Clara’s nipples first, sucking each one stiff before sliding lower, spreading her open on the bed. She eats Clara’s pussy like she’s starving—wet, loud, deliberate licks that make Clara’s hips buck. Clara’s never had a girl between her legs; she gasps, grabs Jane’s hair, and comes hard the first time with Jane’s fingers buried knuckle-deep and her mouth locked on her clit. Jane doesn’t stop. She flips Clara onto all fours, eats her from behind, tongue fucking her ass and pussy in turns until Clara’s dripping down her own thighs. Then Jane straps on a thick toy, lines up, and fucks her proper—long, deep strokes that slap skin and make Clara moan filthy things she’s never said out loud. Jane grips her hips, calls her a good girl, pounds until Clara comes again shaking and swearing. When it’s over, both of them sweaty, Jane grins like she just fixed everything a man couldn’t.
