Catfishing

Tiffany Tatum spent a year chatting with her dream girl online. When the real thing finally knocked on her door, it wasn't the woman in the photos. Ivi Rein stood there—wild blonde hair, guilty grin, long legs and all. She catfished, she admitted it, but the feelings were legit. Tiffany told her to get out. Ivi shoved past, scooped the tiny starlet up like she weighed nothing, and kissed her hard enough to make the hallway echo. They tumbled onto the bed, Ivi peeling off Tiffany’s panties and pressing her face between those slim thighs. She licked that famous cunt until Tiffany bucked and came all over her tongue. Forgiveness hit hard after the orgasm; Tiffany grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and pulled Ivi up for another deep kiss. Clothes hit the floor. Bodies tangled. The night was just getting started.