Kristen Scott's Skip Day 1: Say Anything In Spanish
2017·47 min·96% liked·48.5K Views
It’s Kristen Scott’s eighteenth birthday, so she fakes sick, nailing the sad-slow voice so hard her mom keeps her home from school. Ten free hours stretch out in front of her, waiting to be used. She gets straight back to business with Veronica—knees in her girl’s lap, tits shoved into Veronica’s hungry mouth, ass grinding down. Her little flower-print skirt slides away; bra and panties last two seconds more. She ransacks Veronica in Spanish, lots of spit, teeth and praise. When her tongue hits that tight clit, Veronica howls and Melissa slurps like she’s starving. Two fingers drive up and in, hard, steady, until Veronica sprays hot and shaking across Melissa’s pretty face, soaking sheets, everything dripping. Veronica flips it on her—two fingers knuckling deep, thumb knocking that swollen bud till Melissa bursts and the mattress is nothing but wet heat. They lap the stuff off each other’s cheeks, grinning dirty grins. Then Veronica shoves one slim leg between Melissa’s and scissors their cunts together, clit-on-clit, grinding hard enough to shake the bed frame. The noise keeps coming; wet snaps, wet pressure. Veronica won’t let up till another gush paints her lips. Melissa keeps one, then two fingers buried in her, feeling that greedy little pussy clamp and flutter while Veronica’s tiny hips shudder like she’s about to split apart. Melissa moves next—climbs on, rides Veronica’s tongue until she’s shaking so bad her arms give out. Just then she twists into 69, kisses closed folds, fucks herself on Veronica’s mouth at the same time, eats noisily. Veronica picks herself up, squats on Melissa’s mouth, explodes another load straight down her throat, and Melissa drinks every splash. Outside the glass comes music: Kristen’s ghetto blaster yelling love songs at the window, arms high, grin wide, clearly saying without words, *still got time.* Melissa yanks the curtain, mouths “Get the fuck in here,” laughs low. Veronica gives a kiss and a saucy wink and ghosts. “Kimmy next,” Melissa whispers to the open door.













