Come Get Me

Dillion Harper kept Tia Cyrus up half the night, and now she wants more. Tia is dead to the world, but Dillion isn’t patient. She bounces onto the bed, jolts her awake, then slides a blindfold over those pretty eyes. Surprise—Tia’s hands land right on Dillion’s soft, heavy tits. She grins, wide awake now. Dillion backs away step by step, making Tia follow blind through the house until they reach the other bedroom. Mouths crash together. Tia cups a breast; Dillion peels Tia’s bra off and feeds her a nipple. Tia sucks, they kiss again, bodies heating fast. Tia lies back. Dillion strips her panties away, spreads smooth young thighs, and teases with quick tongue flicks until she finally dives in. The taste pushes her over the edge; she licks deeper, making Tia moan and rock against her face. She keeps at it, then climbs over so Tia can taste her too. A glass dildo appears. Both girls lick and kiss the toy before Dillion works the ridged length into Tia’s tight shaved pussy. Tia gasps, feels every studded inch sliding in and out until she cums hard. She flips the favor: fingers buried in Dillion while her tongue works that tiny pink clit. Dillion’s breath catches, close. They tumble together, tongues and fingers everywhere, sixty-nining until both shake through thigh-quivering orgasms. Still grinning, Tia grabs the blindfold for payback—Dillion’s turn to lose sight while things get filthy again.