Sore About Her Test Score

Reagan’s chopping onions when Leana strolls in all sweetness and “need any help?” and Reagan clocks the act right away. Leana’s never this nice unless she’s in trouble. Reagan calls her out, knife still in hand, and Leana caves—bombed the test, big-time. That’s all Reagan needs. She yanks down those little shorts and lights up Leana’s round, bare ass with sharp, stinging slaps. Every smack makes those cheeks jiggle, and Reagan’s breathing gets heavier. The sting turns into something hotter. She slides two fingers between Leana’s legs, finds her soaked, and keeps fingering her while the punishment turns into pure, nasty pleasure. Leana’s still bent over the counter, tits mashed to the cool surface, moaning like the bad grade’s the last thing on her mind.