Face sitting
Picture this: a quiet suburban neighborhood, a gentle knock on an unsuspecting door. Kristen Scott, a vision of innocence, stands there, clutching a tray of freshly baked treats. Little does she know, her new neighbor, Sabina Rouge, is anything but ordinary. As Sabina answers the door, her voice dripping with sarcasm, Kristen's world is about to take an unexpected turn. "Can I help you?" Sabina asks, her eyes already sizing up the sweet-faced girl at her doorstep. Kristen, a bit flustered, explains her kind gesture. Baking is her specialty, after all, and she just wanted to welcome the new family. But Sabina's parents aren't home, and the scent of those treats is proving to be too tempting. "Oooh, those smell good, gimme!" she exclaims, reaching out eagerly. Kristen giggles, pulling the treats back just in time. She's caught off guard, but there's something thrilling about this new girl's boldness. Invited inside, Kristen follows Sabina, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She's making friends already, isn't she? Sabina leads her to the bedroom, flopping down on the bed with an air of nonchalance. Kristen sits beside her, trying to keep her composure as Sabina's eyes seem to pierce right through her. They chat, but Sabina's interest lies elsewhere. Her hand casually brushes against Kristen's knee, once, twice. Kristen tries to ignore it, but her mind is racing. What is happening here? Sabina, ever the performer, decides to up the ante. She stretches out her legs, inching closer to Kristen until their bodies are almost touching. Kristen can't help but notice the view Sabina is offering - a glimpse up her skirt, revealing no panties. She tries to look away, but her eyes keep flicking back. Sabina, feigning innocence, spreads her legs further. Kristen's heart is pounding now, her thoughts a whirlwind. Is Sabina hitting on her? Or is it all in her head? Confronted, Sabina denies any flirtation. She's just being polite, she insists. Kristen apologizes, convinced she imagined it all. But Sabina sees right through her. "Clearly, you have girls on your mind," she teases. Kristen blushes, denying any such thoughts. She's straight, she insists. But Sabina is relentless. She's fooled around with girls before, she admits. It's normal, she says. Kristen is intrigued, her curiosity piqued. Could she be that kind of girl? Sabina senses Kristen's hesitation, her inner turmoil. She reassures her, suggesting that maybe, just maybe, Kristen's subconscious is trying to tell her something. "Do you really think so?" Kristen asks, her voice barely a whisper. Sabina shrugs, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "There's one way to find out," she says. Kristen is torn, but the thought of Sabina being right is too much to bear. She agrees, her heart pounding in her chest. They start to kiss, softly at first, then with growing passion. Sabina suggests they take it further, her voice a sultry whisper. Kristen hesitates, then agrees, but only if Sabina goes first. Sabina, eager to perform, slips off her top, revealing her perky tits. Kristen reaches out, her hands trembling as she touches Sabina's breasts. She's in awe, her body alive with new sensations. Emboldened, Kristen takes off her own top. Sabina's hands are on her in an instant, caressing her perfect titties, her tongue licking Kristen's pink nipples. Kristen moans, her body arching with pleasure. She's swept away, lost in these amazing new feelings. When Sabina asks if she wants to taste her breasts, Kristen nods shyly, bending down to kiss Sabina's tits. The sensation drives Sabina wild, her body writhing with pleasure. But Sabina wants more. She slides off her skirt, revealing her shaved pussy. She asks Kristen if she wants to try licking it. Kristen hesitates, admitting she doesn't know how. Sabina, ever the teacher, suggests she show her first. Kristen agrees, her body trembling with anticipation as she takes off her little booty shorts. She lies back, her breath catching in her throat as Sabina's tongue finds her clit, licking it sensuously. Kristen squeals with enjoyment, her body alive with pleasure. After Sabina shows her the basics, it's Kristen's turn to perform. She buries her face in Sabina's pussy, her tongue exploring, tasting, learning. Fooling around with girls might be new to Kristen, but she's a natural, her body responding to Sabina's every moan and gasp. The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, their bodies entwined in this new, exciting dance. Kristen Scott knocked on that door, expecting to welcome new neighbors. What she found was a world of new experiences, new sensations, new desires. Sabina Rouge, the girl with the sarcasm and the boldness, had opened her eyes to a whole new world. And Kristen, the sweet, innocent girl with the baking specialty, was about to show her naughty neighbor just how much of a natural she really was. Their performance was only just beginning, their bodies ready to explore, to taste, to feel. The suburban home was no longer just a house. It was a stage, a playground for their desires. And Kristen Scott, the girl who thought she was straight, was about to give the performance of a lifetime.
