Lesbian Encounters - Scene 1

Abella Danger and Jane Wilde finally share a bed for the cameras. And baby, Jane knows how to stare straight into the lens like she’s already five seconds from bending over. That pout, those hard nipples, the sly brown eyes? She’d make Clara Bow blush. Jane starts it off with a stunt she probably practiced in the mirror: she drops a saucer of milk on the kitchen floor, slips her bare ass in it, and sighs like she just found religion. “Milk is for pussies, right?” Abella doesn’t need subtitles. She drops to her knees, tongues Jane clean through sopping black stockings, and ends up hoisting the little troublemaker upside-down so nothing drips away. Jane’s eyes disappear somewhere north of common sense while Abella’s tongue takes apart that pink wink. After the counter, the tile, and one precarious spot by the sink, they’re both shaking and grinning when the boss strolls in mid-squirt. Neither of them bothers stopping. Girls will be girls.