Giving Into Temptation

Cherie DeVille wipes the dining room table like nothing's wrong until her eyes snag on Aaliyah's screen. One email and her stomach drops. Lexi Belle begging Aaliyah to stay faithful instead of chasing Jennifer. The words hit like a slap. Cherie grabs the phone and calls. Minutes later Lexi opens her door to a glare sharp enough to cut glass. Cherie pushes inside, demanding answers, voice low and shaking. Lexi hedges. Deflects. Cherie isn't buying it. Truth leaks out anyway: Aaliyah is sleeping with someone else. The confirmation burns straight through Cherie's chest. Then the heat twists, hardens into something mean and hungry. She moves across the room, slow. Fingers find the pale strands of Lexi's hair. Palms slide down ribs too small to hide under. Lexi freezes. Cherie presses closer, peels off her own shirt, heavy tits spilling free. She guides Lexi's hands to them. "You know you like them," she says, voice silk over razor wire. Lexi whispers that it's wrong, but her mouth opens when Cherie kisses her deep, tongue pushing past any last protest. Clothes drop in a messy pile. Cherie grinds onto Lexi's lap, teeth scraping small pink nipples. She works lower, tongue flicking over slick folds until Lexi pants and bucks. When she climbs up and scissors down, their wet heat drags together in hot slides. Lexi shakes. Comes loud. Cherie keeps licking, fingering, dragging every tremor out of her. They flip. Sixty-nine turns frantic. Moans fill the room. Cherie isn't finished; she rolls Lexi beneath her again, riding hard, guiding the smaller woman's hips until they both shatter. Another shift, Cherie behind, fingers pumping deep, and Lexi breaks once more, body jerking. Shaking, spent, Lexi turns, mouth greedy to repay the favor. They give in, over and over, two blondes locked in sweat and heat and payback.