Land Of The Free

Lilith and Julie kick back, shooting the shit about Mia. She’s finally landing today after years of letter-writing. The girl’s ditching a country that’s gone full-on homophobic, and Lilith pulled strings so Mia can crash with her. They bonded over pussy, plain and simple. Julie slaps Lilith on the shoulder, wishes her luck, and bolts for work. Hours later Mia walks in, eyes wide, and can’t stop gushing about this place. She saw two chicks kiss at the airport, right out in the open, and nobody even flinched. Freedom. It hits her hard. She grabs Lilith and plants a big, grateful kiss on her mouth. Mia starts apologizing, but Lilith just grins, tells her the kiss felt good, and admits she’s pretty damn happy herself. The two blondes and brunettes press together, hearts racing. One hug turns into roaming hands. Then Mia’s fingers slide straight between Lilith’s thighs and start working that pussy, both of them still half-laughing, half-moaning, celebrating like they’ve been waiting years for this exact moment.