Dear Diary

Jayden Woods keeps letting her dirty mind run wild. Ever since her mom helped build that princess hideout, her daydreams have felt straight-up real. She lounges in her white-linen bed, sun pouring over the vines, scribbling down every filthy thought in her diary. Today, though, the pages can’t hold what she really wants: Jenna Lohan, right here, hot and ready to play. One blink and Jenna’s there—curvy body, perky little tits, nipple piercings catching the light. Jenna jumps on Jayden, tongues sliding hot and slick. Jayden’s skinny legs lock around her while Jenna rips Jayden’s flimsy dress off, exposing every inch of her smooth, shaved skin. Jayden sits up, yanks Jenna’s clothes away, then drops back so Jenna can dive straight between her legs. Jenna’s tongue stud drags and bumps over Jayden’s swollen clit, sending shocks straight through her. Jayden’s already twitching, close to popping, but she wants a taste too. She spins Jenna around, fingers and tongue working Jenna’s slick pussy until Jenna’s moaning and shaking. One deep thrust of Jayden’s fingers and Jenna breaks, coming hard, then rolls onto her back so Jayden can straddle her face. Jayden rides that pierced tongue, hips bucking, thighs quivering. Jenna’s not done—she pushes Jayden onto all fours and buries her face again, pulling a second, stronger orgasm out of her. They end up face-to-face, sucking each other’s hard nipples, tasting the salt on skin, breathing heavy. Then, blink—Jenna’s gone. Jayden’s left alone, thighs slick, diary open, already writing the next chapter.