Surprise Lap Dance

Serena slipped into black lace that hugged every curve. She dropped onto Shyla’s lap, rolling her hips slow, grinding heat against heat until the fabric between them went slick. Shyla’s fingers found their way under the thong, slid through the wet mess and stayed there, stroking. They kissed hard, teeth clicking, then started grinding through their clothes, panting into each other’s mouths. Serena yanked Shyla’s tiny dress off, tongue tracing skin, sucking stiff nipples before shedding her own bra so bare tits could press close. Then she tore Shyla’s panties aside and buried her mouth between spread thighs, licking like she hadn’t tasted anything sweeter. Shyla dropped to her hands and knees. Serena worked two fingers inside, thumb strumming the swollen clit while her tongue circled the tight ring of muscle until Shyla shook and came loud. Shyla wanted payback fast. She dragged Serena’s heels off, slid onto her back and pulled that ass down over her face. Serena braced on the sofa arm, rocking until the tongue pushed her over the edge, thighs quaking. Still breathing heavy, she climbed on top, lined their slick pussies up and rode hard, wet sounds filling the room, grinding until both girls shook apart, coming all over each other. Shyla didn’t stop—she sucked Serena’s throbbing clit straight through the aftershocks, pulling one more from her. Damn right that was a nice surprise.