Some alone time with Sarah, in Sarah’s room.

“Let’s go to your room instead,” says Tiffany.

“Sure thing,” replies Sarah. She takes Tiff’s hand and leads her out of Jocelyn’s room.

Passing through the common room Tiffany shouts, “We’re gonna do it in Sarah’s room instead!”

“Okay!” Jocelyn yells over the blender.

They enter Sarah’s room. There’s another double-sized bed but this one is neatly made. Her walls are a dull white and covered in framed photos of various subjects. Two shelves stand on either side of the bed and are packed with books, albums, and decorations. A few bulky black cases sit next to her dressers.

“Have a seat,” Sarah says. They sit on the edge of the bed. The sound of the blender continues in the other room as they sit in silence.

“So… Tell me about yourself,” Tiffany says wanting to end the quiet moment.

“Well, my name is Sarah Wood. I’m a photographer/videographer by trade. I love sushi. I’m one-fourth Moroccan, one-fourth Brazilian, one-eighth—”

“Wait! You know what?” Tiffany interrupts. She grabs Sarah’s face and pulls her in.

Tiffany quickly gets to deeply kissing Sarah. Their lips smack and their tongues twist together. Tiff can taste traces of Jocelyn mixed in as well as another unfamiliar flavor. This salty sweet taste she assumes must be her own futa cum. She starts to wonder if it’s safe for her to consumer her own product. Would she become malleable? Surely she couldn't mind control herself! Then Sarah removes her bra and Tiff decides to not worry about it right now.

Sarah’s tits are a size larger than Jocelyn’s and are a lighter brown than her face and arms. Tiffany kneads Sarah’s breasts and pinches the nipples between her fingers. Sarah bounces Tiff’s boobs and delights in smashing them into one other. She then rubs their tits against each other and presses them together as their kissing intensifies.

Tiffany falls back onto the bed and Sarah bends with her unwilling to stop their session.