Sticky beauty portion on a smiling face - Teen Mega World

Juicy Leila kicked her feet up on the couch, propping her phone against the pillow. She'd pulled up her favorite selfie app, ready to capture a stunning shot of her flawless face. Her grey-haired friend, who'd been sitting nearby, cleared his throat, drawing Leila's attention away from the app instantly.

You're just gonna sit there and take selfies all day?" He asked, a hint of skepticism lacing his words. "Surely there's something more productive you could be doing with your time?

Leila rolled her eyes, knowing his conservative nature just couldn't handle her carefree attitude. "Maybe I just wanna enjoy my beauty," she retorted, not bothering to hide her annoyance.

Her friend chuckled at her response, shaking his head in amusement. "Alright, alright. I get it. But how about doing something that's actually useful?

Leila shrugged nonchalantly. "Whatever you say," she muttered, turning back to her phone. Her eyes widened when she spotted something lying behind her; panties! They were tiny, lacy, and completely foreign to her, causing a wave of curiosity to wash over her. Without thinking twice, she slipped them onto her hand and held them up for her friend to see.

Leila!" Her friend's voice was tinged with surprise—and maybe a hint of embarrassment. "Where did you find those?

Accidentally," she replied with a smirk, purposefully drawing out the suspense. "Now, what do you think we should do about them?

The dude seemed taken aback by her boldness, but his curiosity eventually got the better of him. "Well, I mean... we could discuss it, or perhaps I could suggest something more... spicy and satisfying?

A wicked grin appeared on Leila's face as she realized her friend was slowly but surely stepping into her carefully crafted trap. "I like the sound of that," she purred, setting her phone aside and gently sliding off the couch.

As the afternoon turned into evening and dusk painted the sky with hues of pink and purple, Leila found herself lost in the pleasure her friend's skilled fingers and lips were bringing her. The panties lay forgotten on the floor, replaced by throaty moans and the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh.

And when it was all over, she lay there in a post-orgasmic haze, feeling utterly satisfied and content. Her friend may have started off as just an unwilling participant in her little game, but now they shared a special connection rooted in lust and raw passion.