Attire Backfire

Annie King’s had it with Khloe Kingsley prancing around the house in scraps that barely count as clothes. So Annie flips the script—she throws on something tiny, thinking a taste of her own medicine will shame the girl straight. Instead, Khloe’s eyes light up like she just found dessert. Before Annie can blink, Khloe’s hands are on her, bold as brass. Annie freezes, caught between the “no” on her tongue and the throb between her legs. Those perfect natural tits sway right under Khloe’s stare, and Annie’s last shred of resistance melts. She spreads, lets the teenager’s fingers slip inside, and the two of them go at it—wet, eager, and way past the point of pretending they shouldn’t.