The Blind Date

April O'Neil walks into the restaurant and mutters about no free tables. Charlotte Sartre overhears and waves her over. April asks if she's sure, and Charlotte nods with a smirk. While April scrolls her phone, Charlotte checks her out, eyes roaming over that dress. She tells April it looks good on her. April smiles, says thanks, and returns the compliment right away. Charlotte laughs and admits her date just bailed, leaving her solo. April shakes her head and says hers probably did too. They both crack up about how useless guys can be. Charlotte leans in and suggests they make their own fun. April doesn't hesitate, invites her back to her place. They kiss hard as soon as the door closes, fumbling with zippers and straps on the way to the bedroom. April pushes Charlotte onto the bed, peels her clothes off, then tells her to lie back. She buries her face between Charlotte's legs, licking slow and hungry. Charlotte's breathing gets ragged. April flips her onto her stomach and runs her tongue over Charlotte's ass. Charlotte moans loud and keeps cumming. She returns the favor, spreading April open and making her shake. They end up tangled, mouths locked on each other in a frantic sixty-nine. Hours later they're still grinding, scissoring wet and desperate, cumming all over each other's cunts.