I Write My Own Future

Sasha Heart corners Serena Blair with some tough love and no exit plan. She tells her best friend straight up that marrying the douchebag is a mistake, but Serena keeps deflecting. Fine. Sasha switches to her hands. Oil glistens on Serena’s skin, and Sasha talks her out of the top, then the panties. Serena’s completely smooth slit shines next to Sasha’s thick, dark bush, but neither girl wastes time comparing. Fingers slide in, tongues follow, and soon they’re grinding cunt to cunt, wet and determined, until the only thing Serena’s saying yes to is another round.