Ripped Out Of Her Comfort Zone

At this rowdy party Little Puck’s pants split right down the middle. She bolts for the bedroom, face burning. Kenna slips in, shuts the door, and tries to calm her. Puck’s still rattled, muttering how mortifying it felt. Kenna squints, grabs her own waistband, and tears it open with a loud rip right over her butt. Puck stops sulking. A grin flickers, then both girls start shredding fabric like kids unwrapping gifts until their bare asses wink at each other in the low light. Heat kicks in. They tumble onto the host’s bed, mouths and hands working fast, legs splayed and covered only by torn denim. Muffled giggles and stifled gasps mix with the party noise beyond the door; they fuck quiet as church mice, hips grinding, skin slapping, determined not to get caught.