Lynn draws Joy into her garden of ecstasy.

A little joking and ribbing might have lightened the mood, but Joy was still lying on Lynn's bed in nothing but a pair of panties. Joy might have been a virgin (a fact she'd confessed after one too many screwdrivers), but even she could feel that the mood had changed.

Lynn slid atop Joy's legs for a third time, but now she could feel the curvier girl's soft thighs on her own. Lynn's running shorts bunched up around her hips as she slowly rocked back and forth against Joy's body. At first Lynn pressed hard against the bare skin of her friend's back, drawing out the tension in her shoulder blades, but her motions slowly shifted to lighter, more sensuous touches.

Joy felt herself drifting away into a haze as Lynn's massage changed from rough and deep to soft and sweet. She shivered as the massage drifted lower, towards the inviting softness of her ass.

Through the fisheye lens of Bunny Hapa's livestream, two girls began to blossom.

Lynn played the part of the pixie, fingers dancing and rocking against Joy's body in time with her breath. Her magic was in her movements. Every touch of her fingers was more intimate than the last. Every sway of her hips was less innocent, more devious, and ever deeper grinding of her sex against the space between Joy's thighs.

Joy became the defrosting maiden, slowly awakening to her own desires. There was nothing innocent about her friend's rubbing anymore. Every time the eager pixie stroked Joy's body, Joy could feel the soft lips of Lynn's blooming sex.

Joy had never heard a woman aroused, but by now there was no mistaking Lynn's breathy moans for anything but raw, infectious desire.

Lynn's fingers slipped between Joy's thighs.

"Oh my God..." Joy gasped. She trembled with the slightest twitch of Lynn's fingers upon her delicate, untouched sex.

"Does that feel good?" Lynn asked softly. Her whole body felt like it was bathed in fire.

"Don't stop," Joy whispered, her voice dripping with need.

"I can't hear you," Lynn said. She played a single finger over Joy's burning sex. Even through her panties, she was soaking wet.

"Don't fucking stop," Joy begged, louder this time.

Lynn's finger slid lower, towards the quivering nub of Joy's clit. "Louder."

"Don't stop!" Joy nearly screamed. She needed release more than she needed air.

Lynn smiled, pulled the gusset of Joy's panties aside and gave her what she so desperately wanted.