Hot Confessions

Jewels pushed the door shut hard enough the frame shook. "I've been watching you all season, Chase. Every game. Every practice. I sit there and I think about how your body moves." She didn't wait for an answer. She grabbed the girl by the shoulders and shoved her against the lockers, mouth already finding her neck, teeth scraping skin. Chase's breath hitched. Her hands found the older woman's waist, fingers digging in. Jewels dropped to her knees first, yanked down the girl's shorts, pressed her face between her thighs. Tongue working fast and hungry, wet sounds filling the empty locker room. Chase's knees buckled but she stayed upright, one hand gripping Jewels' dark hair, pulling her closer. Then Chase pushed back. She dragged Jewels to the bench, shoved her down, spread her legs wide. She went down tongue-first, licking deep, relentless. Jewels arched, moaned low, hips grinding against the girl's mouth. They switched again, locked together, legs tangled, mouths buried between each other's thighs, fingers sliding in and out, wet and slick. Neither stopped until both came hard, shaking, gasping, sweat-slicked skin sticking to the cold bench.