Shades
2022·33 min·93% liked·11.9K Views
Everybody's got a secret. Lottie found hers in high school when she figured out she was into girls, and the bullying hit hard because everyone clocked her before she even said the word. Alexa stuck by her through the worst of it, and now they're full-grown adults with the same bond—only now they've got another thing they keep under wraps. They use each other. Lottie is the only one who knows her best friend likes to dominate, and she gives up her body every time Alexa needs to let those demons loose.
Tonight Alexa calls her over, tits looking fucking ridiculous in that lingerie, and tells her to strip and wait on the bed. Lottie does what she's told, wrists tied to the headboard while Alexa puts on a show, teasing with lace and two fingers working her own clit until she cums loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Once she's satisfied, she climbs onto the bed like she owns it.
A sharp slap, then those devil sticks leave marks across Lottie's thighs. Alexa slides two fingers into her dripping cunt, pulls them out glistening, and sucks them clean. Then her mouth replaces them—tongue flicking Lottie's clit before she flips her onto all fours and buries her face between those cheeks, tongue working both holes until Lottie is shaking and begging.
The ropes come off. Alexa lies back, spreads wide, and orders her sub to work. Lottie licks like she's starving, fingers pumping in time with her tongue until Alexa grabs a fistful of red hair and grinds down on her face, riding hard. Lottie's eyes stay locked on those massive tits bouncing with every roll of Alexa's hips.
Then Alexa flips them into sixty-nine, grinding back against Lottie's mouth while she eats Lottie out in return. When Alexa finally cums she rides it out, thighs clamped around Lottie's head, before sliding off like nothing happened. A shower, some dumb small talk, and they're back to being best friends—no trace of what just went down except a couple of fresh marks and a shared smile that says they'll do it again soon.













