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Alex Coal is in a bad situation and needs out, fast. When she crosses paths with Alix Lynx, the blonde does not hesitate: she drives Alex back to her place and offers her the guest room for as long as she needs it.
Alex is overwhelmed by the kindness, and by her host. She finds Alix at her vanity and wants to show her how grateful she is. When Alix laughs that Alex is moving too fast, Alex slows down, and Alix pulls her in and kisses her. Soon the two women are on the bed, trading oral in a sixty-nine, riding each other's faces and tribbing until Alix's guest room feels like home. Safe space? Alex has never felt more welcome.
Could Alex have found a safer, softer place to land than Alix's arms?
Ms Visual has just walked away from a marriage that was never good enough for her, and her former stepdaughter Amara Romani refuses to let her mope. Amara whisks her off on a sunny getaway, all ocean views and crisp hotel sheets, with one promise: this will be the best trip of her life.
Back in the room, a compliment turns into a kiss, and the kiss turns into Amara peeling off Ms Visual's sundress. She worships those full curves, spreads her across the bed and licks her until she cries out, then climbs on to ride her face. They trade places and grind, losing all track of time, until the ex is a distant memory.
She came here to get over him, so did she just find someone better?
Alix Lynx has been doing nature photography for years: landscapes, wildlife, golden-hour light through the trees. She never expected to capture what she found one afternoon. It started with a sound, soft moans drifting from deep in the woods. She followed them and there was Coco Lovelock, a gorgeous blonde spread out in the grass, touching herself without a care in the world.
Alix knows she should turn around. She can't. And then Coco squirts, not a trickle but a gusher, and Alix gasps loud enough to be heard. Coco looks up, locks eyes with her and smiles, and instead of running Alix walks over and introduces herself. Coco has an idea: why not continue somewhere more comfortable?
Back at Alix's cabin, the two blondes strip down on the leather couch. Alix licks Coco until she gushes all over again, then Coco climbs onto Alix's face and rides her while Alix laps up every drop. They finish scissoring, slick and soaking, in one majestic, magnificent mess. Has nature ever looked this beautiful?
Kimora Quin is home from college for the weekend with big news for her video chat friends: she is pansexual and seeing a woman. The only person home to hear it is her stepsister Ember Snow, who overheard every word and is scandalised. Ember insists she is not gay, not even slightly, and lectures Kimora about keeping it quiet.
But the longer Ember rants, the closer she gets, and the more she stares at Kimora's body in that tiny green top. Kimora is quick to notice and calls her bluff: if Ember is so against it, why is she blushing? Ember admits she is not normally like this, but Kimora is doing something to her. The stepsisters strip each other in front of the mirror, then move to the bed, where Kimora sits on Ember's face, rims her and licks her through a sixty-nine until both are moaning.
Ember is still not gay. She just cannot keep her hands off Kimora.
If Ember is not gay, why can't she stop reaching for Kimora?