Quiz Me

Serene Siren and Charlie Forde stare at the laptop like it just insulted their moms. An online quiz just told them they aren't soulmates. The nerve. They'd only taken it for laughs, both blondes in their thirties, full natural tits bouncing as they leaned in to click answers together. For ten minutes they giggled through every question, fingers drifting to inner thighs between clicks. The big "results" screen wipes the smiles clean off their faces. Serene's lip juts out. Charlie flops back on the couch, tits jiggling. "Screw that thing," she mutters, already sliding her hand under Serene's waistband. Serene yelps, then melts into the touch. Two fingers push past cotton and find slick heat; Serene moans, hips rolling while Charlie works her open. The laptop gets shoved aside, quiz forgotten. They kiss hard, trading breathy laughs, bodies pressed tight. Serene spreads wider, lets Charlie pump deeper, wet sounds filling the room. Big soft tits mash together, nipples dragging. The "fail" screen keeps glowing behind them, ignored. Their own verdict feels a whole lot better.