TEMPTING TUESDAY: Two Bored Girls and a Video Camera (Female x Female ) (18+ NSFW)
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Deirdre was the one who had the idea. She remembered the tripod she had in her closet, left over from her final college project, leaving Chelsea on the bed where the two of them had been for the last three hours. Deirdre went over to the closet and pulled out the tripod. What are you doing? asked Chelsea, smoothing out her long brown hair as she sat up.

Deirdre bit down her bottom lip and put the tripod next to the bed. Well, I remembered a certain someone mentioning that she wanted to see what would happen if she posted her own homemade porn. Chelsea raised her eyebrows. Yeah, but...

"'Come on,' said Deirdre, slowly peeling her sweater off over her head. "'What else are we going to do while there's a blizzard outside?' She took a step closer to the bed, her green eyes heavy-lidded as they stared into Chelsea's blue ones. "'Maybe you're right,' Chelsea said finally."

sitting upright. She pulled off her own shirt then, revealing a thin lavender bralette. Her heart was pounding. Was this really happening? Deirdre let out a squeal and jumped onto the bed.

"'Okay, so here's what I'm thinking.' An hour later, the camera was rolling as Chelsea lay on her stomach in bed, pretending to be lost in the book open on the blanket. She was kicking her legs lazily back and forth, wearing nothing but her bra and panties. There was a knock at the door.'

"'Come in,' she said. In walked Deirdre, dressed in a short maid outfit, which she had left over from two Halloweens ago. "'Oh, I'm so sorry,' said Deirdre, covering her eyes. Her blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail. "'I thought you'd be decent.'

Chelsea sat up, eyeing her maid up and down. It's okay. You don't have to look away. On her knees, Chelsea took her bra off and slowly slipped it off her shoulders. Deirdre moved her hands from her face and watched as Chelsea's breasts bounced out of her bra.

They were small and perfectly round, with light brown nipples. Deirdre walked to the bed and stood next to it, allowing Chelsea to pull down the top of her maid outfit. "'You know, you're an excellent maid,' said Chelsea, squeezing Deirdre's breasts. Deirdre let out a long, shaky sigh."

Miss, should we be doing this? But Chelsea's mouth was already latched onto her right breast, her tongue sliding across her nipple. It hardened between her lips and made Deirdre moan. It's a little too late to go back now, don't you think?

Chelsea said tauntingly. Suddenly, she was laying Deirdre on the bed. Chelsea pushed apart Deirdre's legs and tugged down her lacy white panties. These are quite sexy panties for a maid.

Chelsea looked up at her friend and winked. She hoped the viewers would enjoy this video just as much as she was. Deirdre squirmed as Chelsea lowered her face between her legs. She breathed Deirdre in, filling her lungs with the sweet scent of her pussy, before finally gliding her tongue across her clit. Oh, fuck.

groaned Deirdre, arching her back off of the bed. She'd felt silly at first, putting on this maid outfit, but now she had to admit it was kind of hot. It didn't hurt that Chelsea's tongue felt incredible against her clit, making waves of pleasure start to ripple over her.

She reached between her legs to keep her friend's face right where it was, forcing Chelsea's tongue even more firmly on her most sensitive spot. Deirdre came, and she came hard. She let out a stuttering, loud groan that she was sure the viewers would think was hot.

But she wasn't faking it. This was 100% real. This orgasm. When Chelsea finally sat up, she smiled down at her maid and licked her lips. I do hope you'll stay on as my maid for a very long time.

After the maid video, the two of them moved down to the living room where Chelsea threw on a pair of fake glasses. She pulled her hair back away from her face and laid out a bunch of books on the coffee table. The camera was rolling as Deirdre, the sexy tutor, walked into the living room and sat down next to Chelsea. Are you still hung up on calculus?

She asked, leaning over a notebook next to Chelsea. Her breasts nearly spilled out of her top. Yes, said Chelsea, making an exaggerated groan. It's no use. I'm going to graduate with an F. Not if I have anything to say about it.

said Deirdre firmly, placing her hand on Chelsea's thigh, which was exposed thanks to her short black skirt. Maybe a little relaxation is all you need. Chelsea dropped her pencil and let Deirdre kiss her, their tongues intertwining. Deirdre pulled Chelsea on top of her and held the sides of her face as they made out.

Chelsea writhed and moaned while her tutor's hand slipped up the front of her tank top and squeezed her breasts. Are we going to get any studying done tonight? asked Chelsea, pulling her face away briefly. Oh, don't worry.

breathed Deirdre. We can be fast. They changed positions so that Chelsea was seated with Deirdre on the floor between her legs. She pushed apart Chelsea's thighs and yanked off her thong. Then Deirdre started to kiss her way up to Chelsea's pussy to return the favor. Fuck.

moaned Chelsea, shivering. She leaned her head back against the couch and closed her eyes. She didn't think getting snowed in with her best friend would have led to this, but she was excited it had.

Deirdre slipped two fingers into Chelsea's wet entrance while she tongued her clit. The combination drove Chelsea crazy. Deirdre's tongue glided smoothly across her while her fingers began to move back and forth. They penetrated her deeply, curving inside of her. Oh my god!

Chelsea panted, looking desperately down at Deirdre. That feels... that feels good. I think I'm gonna cum. Deirdre's eyes fluttered upwards to watch her student's face twist up with pleasure. Chelsea's mouth was wide open, moving wordlessly as she came. Yes... yes... oh... oh... yes...

She finally moaned, letting her orgasm crash through her body. Deirdre kept her fingers and tongue working in synchronicity, wanting to make Chelsea's orgasm last as long as possible. It wasn't until Chelsea stopped panting and let out a slow, deep sigh that Deirdre finally withdrew her...

her mouth, and hand, both of which were covered in Chelsea's wetness. "'Did that help?' asked Deirdre, smirking. "'Don't you feel like you're going to have an easier time focusing now?' Chelsea pulled Deirdre up onto the couch with her. "'I do. I think we should do this before every lesson.'

They smiled at each other, only for a moment, before Deirdre got up to turn off the video. She yanked the phone from the tripod and brought it back to the couch. Watching their videos back had become their favorite part. It was sexy to see themselves undressing and fucking each other. So, I was thinking...

said Chelsea, running her hand up Deirdre's thigh, that we could do a video about two best friends snowed in together. Maybe they're bored. Maybe they've always secretly had feelings for each other.

Deirdre's eyes widened. She swallowed hard as she looked at Chelsea, a new wave of heat rising in her body. "'I think that sounds like a great idea. But can we use your phone? Mine needs to charge.'

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