Ripped Out Of Her Comfort Zone

Puck’s jeans split right down the middle at the worst possible second, so she bolts for the bedroom like her ass is on fire. Kenna slips in right behind her, but the damage is already done. Puck’s mortified, face pink, refusing to budge until she finds something to cover up. Kenna watches her sulk for a beat, then shrugs, grabs her own waistband, and tears a hole straight through the back seam—ass cheeks out, proud as you please. Puck’s jaw drops, then cracks into the first grin she’s had all night. They keep going, fingers tugging at fabric until both pairs hang open and useless, bare skin catching the low light. Puck’s big tits rise and fall faster, and the moment Kenna’s fingers slip between her thighs, any worry about the crowd outside melts away. They trade soft, wet sounds on the bed, one blonde, one brunette, rocking into each other’s hands, holding back moans so the party doesn’t hear. Puck comes hard, teeth sunk into the pillow, legs shaking, while Kenna keeps working her until the aftershocks fade.