Scissoring, Scissoring, And More Scissoring

Title: “Scissoring Sisters: A Week of Passion”

We open on the sun-drenched bedroom, where Chloe, a gorgeous blonde with perky breasts, lounges on the bed reading a trashy magazine. Her raven-haired roommate, enormous boobed Kris, struts in wearing a tight tank top and micro-shorts, her assets bouncing with every sauntering step.

“Hey, Chloe. Checking out the celebrity gossip again?” Kris plops down right next to her on the bed, her hefty breasts almost escaping her low-cut top. Chloe looks up from her magazine, a sly smile on her perfectly pouted lips.

“Oh, just practicing my lesbian acts,” she quips. “You know, doggy style, sixty-nine, eating brains…” Kris cuts off her partner with an exaggerated “Ooh”: “*THAT’*s where you’ve been going wrong! What you need is a lot more…scissoring!”

Chloe titters at Kris’s innuendo. “Scissoring, huh?” She glances knowingly at her friend’s crotch. “Well, maybe you can give me a, um, scissor lesson later tonight?”

Kris smirks, then gets up off the bed with an exaggerated bounce of her tits, almost giving Chloe an eyeful of areola. “Nuh-uh, this good girl’s saving herself for someone special!”

The two women catcall and tease each other until they’re interrupted by their other roommate, the lithe redhead-through-and-through Tara, bursting into the room. “You guys ACTUALLY need to chill the fuck out,” she says, holding her head. “I have a massive headache.”

Chloe rolls off the bed and approaches Tara from behind, placing her hands on Tara’s shoulders and beginning to gently massage them. “Aww, poor baby,” she murmurs. “Stress got you all tensed up. Why don’t you take a seat and let me unknot these muscles for you?”

Tara hesitates for a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed, and Chloe slides behind her. Forcing her face into Tara’s hair, Chloe nuzzles the back of her neck before bringing her hands down to Tara’s shoulders and starting to knead them. Sensing Kris’s gaze on them, Tara leans her head back and whispers breathily, “Your girlfriend’s totally undressing me with her eyes, Chloe.”

Chloe laughs softly into Tara’s hair. “Don’t flatter yourself, babe. There’s only room in my bed for one.” She slides her hands around to Tara’s front, brushing her fingertips dangerously close to her breasts as she continues to massage. Tara squirms at the unexpected contact, but doesn’t resist, too caught up in healing her headache. Chloe makes the most of her position, her hands gradually descending lower and lower on Tara’s front before fully cupping her breasts through her shirt.

“Chloe, what are you-” Tara’s protests are cut off as Chloe grabs her tits roughly and begins kneading them.

“Oh, I’m just making sure you’re relaxed,” Chloe purrs, tweaking Tara’s sensitive nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Tara lets out a sharp moan as she crushes her lips against Chloe’s neck, sucking and licking as she bucks her hips back eagerly against Chloe’s crotch. As Chloe reaches down with one hand to undo Tara’s pants, eve the most cautious of voyeurs would think this was heading toward scissoring-town.

Meanwhile, Kris, who had been watching this whole show wide-eyed, hooks one hand into her shorts and begins undoing her pants with the other. “Fuck this,” she grunts. “Y’all were getting me wet with your provocating. Gotta take care of myself in this moment,” and she plops down on the ground and starts rubbing out a quick orgasm.

All this time, Chloe and Tara, barely aware of Kris rubbing one out, go further back and forth masturbating each other, Tara openly fingering Chloe while Chloe pulls Tara’s panties to the side and finger-bangs her. In the end, Tara throws her friend back onto the bed and dives face-first into Chloe’s sex without hesitation.

Chloe gathers up a fistful of Tara’s hair and presses the redhead’s face harder against her, making her dedicate whatever she’s got left in her moaning. Chloe peers down at Tara and sees that she’s two fingers deep, tongue beating in time with the fingers. “That’s my bitch,” Chloe pants. Tara sucks Chloe’s clit into her mouth and does her utmost to make her orgasm. “Yesss, don’t stop, just like that!” She yanks on Tara’s red hair, using it almost like a rope as she rides Tara’s face. Tara laps and sucks at Chloe’s hole like a woman possessed, moving faster and harder. Chloe can barely stand it, but some untapped reserve of strength sees her to another orgasm. As she falls back on the bed, she sees Kris has finished as well, both looking ready to take a nap after that intense scissoring session.