Panty Raid

Adria Rae hears the words panty raid and suddenly wants in. That night she yanks a hoodie over her head and creeps into Gia Paige’s room like it’s her own little heist flick. Drawers slide open, fingers sift lace. She slips on one pair after another, tilting the crotch to her nose each time, breathing slow and deep until the scent alone shoots heat straight between her legs. The door bangs open. Gia stands there, arms folded, demanding answers. Adria jumps, stammers an apology, then blurts that it was only because she’s had a stupid crush on her. Gia’s mouth twitches—half smile, half disbelief. Without a word she peels the panties she’s wearing right down her thighs and dangles them an inch from Adria’s face. Adria’s stare locks on the bare skin left behind, already nodding like a fan willing to sign anything. Gia spots the stolen thong between Adria’s legs, gives her a sharp order to drop to hands and knees, then yanks the thong free. A quick smack lands on each cheek—payback—before the fabric gets jammed into Adria’s open mouth. Gia lowers her head, tongue flicking along slick lips, fingers sliding in to stir the wetness. She presses her own trimmed bush against Adria’s cunt and rocks until Adria shudders and gasps around the gag. One climb later, Gia straddles Adria’s face, hips rolling in tight circles, coming loud and quick. Finally Adria takes control, grinding her thigh against Gia’s until the room fills with both their ragged breathing. They lie there, damp skin cooling, wondering if this counts as a truce. Only one way to be sure.