One Taste Is All It Takes

Lena tries chilling on the couch with a book but Kendra barges in, ass-first, flashing everything. Lena snaps her book shut and yells at her like a maniac. "Put some damn panties on, you’re a grown-ass woman." Kendra just laughs. "It’s my house, my rules. It’s just pussy." She grabs Lena’s wrist, drags her hand straight to her dripping slit, presses those fingers in deep. Lena yanks back, wide-eyed. "Why the hell is it so warm?" Kendra struts off, leaving Lena frozen, heart pounding. Curiosity kicks in hard. She sniffs her soaked fingers, tongue darts out, and the taste hits like sugar and heat. Holy fuck. She bolts to Kendra’s room, yanks open drawers, digs up every pair of panties she can find. One sniff, then another, rubbing them over her face like they’re candy wrappers. Caught mid-huff, she stammers about laundry. Kendra smirks, peels off her clothes, drops on the bed, legs wide. "You want a taste, kid? It’s fine, we’re not blood. Eat up."