It's A Match

Jennifer’s divorce ink is barely dry when she finally swipes right on a cute redhead named Aiden. They click instantly. Tonight the girl’s already knocking. One look and Jennifer’s jaw drops—Aiden’s hotter than her pics, but she can’t be more than college age. Jennifer tries to pump the brakes, but Aiden’s already peeling off her top and steering two greedy hands toward those big, natural tits. “How old are you?” Jennifer blurts, catching both wrists. Aiden grins, flashes her license—twenty-two—and that’s all the green light Jennifer needs. She yanks Aiden in for a kiss, and the next thing the younger girl knows she’s flat on the couch with Jennifer’s fingers sliding under her waistband and straight inside. Moans fill the room while Jennifer works her open, red hair falling across her face, heavy tits swaying with every thrust of her hand. Aiden arches, grabs fistfuls of that soft, pale flesh above her, and Jennifer laughs against her mouth—turns out dating again isn’t so hard after all.