
Cherie stands frozen, heart hammering against her ribs, as Isabella grabs her and slams a kiss on her lips. The younger brunette tastes dangerous—hot mouth, soft tongue, zero mercy. Cherie fights it for half a second, fingers curling into fists, then her body betrays her and she shoves Isabella onto the bed. She drops between spread thighs, tongue dragging through slick folds, lapping at Isabella’s clit like she’s starving. The brunette arches, grabs fistfuls of blonde hair, rides that mouth until her thighs shake and she comes hard, cursing loud enough for the neighbors. Isabella flips her fast. Cherie ends up on her back, legs splayed wide, pussy already dripping. Isabella buries her face, tongue fucking deep, sucking Cherie’s swollen clit until the older woman breaks—hips jerking, a guttural moan ripping out of her as she floods Isabella’s mouth. Fingers follow. Isabella sinks two inside Cherie and curls hard while Cherie works three into Isabella, both of them thrusting, grinding, panting into each other’s cunts. They keep switching—mouth, fingers, mouth again—until they’re shaking, sweat-slicked, and come one last time together, loud and messy. They collapse, tangled, breathless. Outside the door, the house is quiet. Dana is still gone. For now.
Cherie stands frozen, heart hammering against her ribs, as Isabella grabs her and slams a kiss on her lips. The younger brunette tastes dangerous—hot mouth, soft tongue, zero mercy. Cherie fights it for half a second, fingers curling into fists, then her body betrays her and she shoves Isabella onto the bed. She drops between spread thighs, tongue dragging through slick folds, lapping at Isabella’s clit like she’s starving. The brunette arches, grabs fistfuls of blonde hair, rides that mouth until her thighs shake and she comes hard, cursing loud enough for the neighbors. Isabella flips her fast. Cherie ends up on her back, legs splayed wide, pussy already dripping. Isabella buries her face, tongue fucking deep, sucking Cherie’s swollen clit until the older woman breaks—hips jerking, a guttural moan ripping out of her as she floods Isabella’s mouth. Fingers follow. Isabella sinks two inside Cherie and curls hard while Cherie works three into Isabella, both of them thrusting, grinding, panting into each other’s cunts. They keep switching—mouth, fingers, mouth again—until they’re shaking, sweat-slicked, and come one last time together, loud and messy. They collapse, tangled, breathless. Outside the door, the house is quiet. Dana is still gone. For now.