Virginity Pact

Destiny Mira and Avery Black just got back from prom and they’re pissed. Their dumbass boyfriends spent the whole night goofing off, crashed the second they walked through the door, and left the girls high and dry. Both girls walked in aching to pop their cherries, and now they’re stuck with sleeping idiots. Screw waiting. They eye each other, smirks spreading, and the clothes start hitting the floor. Natural tits bounce free, ink peeks out from under waistbands, and fingers waste no time slipping between soft thighs. Avery drops back on the couch, legs spread, while Destiny sinks two fingers straight into her already-wet slit, curling and pumping until Avery’s hips buck. Toys come out next—slick vibes pressed to swollen clits, the low buzz mixing with sharp gasps and filthy little laughs. They trade off, fingering deep, licking slick off each other’s digits, chasing the orgasm those boys couldn’t deliver. Virgin no more, just two satisfied teens grinding and moaning until every bit of prom-night frustration melts into sticky, shaking pleasure.