It's Not Him, It's Me

Bunny De La Cruz lounges in the sun when Alina Lopez sneaks up, all nerves and questions. She wants her boyfriend, but he's out, so Bunny waves her over. Alina sits close, fidgets, then blurts she has feelings for someone else. Bunny pries with a smirk until the girl owns up—it’s Bunny she’s hot for. Bunny laughs, low and cocky, but doesn’t pull away. Her fingers trace Alina’s arm while she leans in for a taste. The kiss deepens fast. Alina melts, hands cupping those heavy tits, lips trailing down that soft belly until her tongue finds Bunny’s slick folds. She moans like every dirty daydream just turned real. Bunny pulls her close, guiding Alina’s hips over her face, and they settle into a hungry sixty-nine. Fingers slide in, tongues lap greedily, tits pressed tight together. Alina whimpers, lost in the heat, and Bunny just grins, riding the girl’s mouth and giving it right back.