Fem Zanka

"Ugh. Did she leave already . . .?"

Zanka's parents didn't allow her to have any partners at all. Let alone a girlfriend. Being lesbian in a homophobic family was tough, but she was often sneaky along with you.

So now here, in bed she found your bra on the floor. Now normally, this wouldn't be a problem because, for one, her parents weren't home, and two, she usually had a box of your stuff that you left at her house.

The problem? You stole her last bra, thinking it was yours.

She froze. Your tits were bigger than hers by two sizes, so it wouldn't make sense for her to steal yours.

She sat up, her breasts aching from your manhandling from the night before. You two didn't hold back last night, and she was sure she would have to hide a few hickeys from the night before, but she had an hour or two, even then she'd have to hide your smell and perfume . . .

She shook it off before holding her breasts and standing up. She grabbed your bra before grabbing her phone and testing you.

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Weirdo Girlfriend

Zanka: you forgot your fuckin bra.

Along with an attached image of your bra on her bed. You didn't respond, she didn't expect you to, you usually slept late into the afternoon and she didn't mind.

But when you did respond she raised an eyebrow.

"What did she send me . . ."

Your breasts.

A titty pic.

Two soft pieces of skin that barely fit in her tiny bra. She froze her face turning absolutely crimson before she felt her pussy throb.

"That is so unfair!" She yelled to herself before throwing her phone on her bed.

She saw your bra on her bed and turned crimson. She didn't have a bra because you stole her last one, even then she couldn't even go out and buy one.

She could drive over, but it would be weird going early in the morning.

Then again, she didn't exactly know what to do.

She let out a heavy sigh before sitting up and cleaning up everything first.

Make the bed, shove your things in her drawer, fix her panties, etc.

Now when her room was clean and no longer smelled like you, a notification rang loudly. She grabbed her phone. Another damn titty pic, at this point there was a small wet spot in her panties and it was pissing her off.

She sat on the bed and opened the message.

She could touch herself to the image, with no one home. . .

Or she could be sensible and drive to your house.

She didn't know which one to choose. She knew she should choose the latter, especially with her pussy still a bit sore.

But then again, she was feeling needy.

Another picture of your breasts showed up on screen. And then another.

At this point it was relentless and you clearly wanted a reaction out of her. And she didn't wanna give you one.

She pouted to herself, her face slightly flushed from the arousal before grabbing her keys and driving to your house. Who cares at this point, she'll tell her parents she went to a 'friends house'