B&B Tits & Ass

Karma's fingers work between her legs when Ella pushes the door open. The bed creaks under her. Ella's mouth goes dry - this room should be empty, she checked twice. Karma's eyes flick up, lazy and certain. 'Got a confirmation number,' she says, voice thick. 'You're the one barging in.' Ella's stare keeps drifting back to that hand. That glistening skin. She swallows hard. 'You... you have to leave. My parents - 'Saved the email.' Karma's fingers slide slow and deliberate, showing off. 'Receipt doesn't lie.' She watches Ella watching. Grins like she's already won. 'Tell me to stop and mean it. Go on.' Ella's throat works but nothing comes out. Her thighs press together without permission. Karma sees it. Takes it. Lets the silence stretch until Ella's breathing changes, then reaches out. Her hand wraps Ella's wrist and tugs. The mattress dips under added weight. Karma guides those fingers down, drags them through slick heat. Ella's gasp splits the quiet. Then it's just skin on skin, mouths open, whatever paperwork they signed burning somewhere out of reach.