The Feelings Are Mutual!

Abigail Mac sits behind her glass desk when Jenna Foxx walks in. Tight skirt. Nervous eyes. Pretty mouth. They both know what’s about to happen and neither plans to stop it. Abigail stands up slow, steps around, runs her fingers along Jenna’s thigh. “You’ve been a good little student,” she says. “Soaking up everything I give you.” Jenna’s breath catches. She wants more. Too much more. Their mouths meet hard, hot, fast. Tongues pushing, teeth nipping. Clothes fall fast. Abigail’s hands squeeze full tits, thumbs flick dark nipples until Jenna moans, hips rocking forward like she can’t help it. Abigail spins her around, bends her over the desk. She slides two fingers inside Jenna’s soaked cunt, pumping deep, thumb circling her clit. Jenna gasps, grinds back, dripping down Abigail’s wrist. “You taste like trouble,” Abigail growls, then drops to her knees and licks her open, tongue fucking her until Jenna’s legs shake. Later, Jenna on her back on the leather couch, thighs spread wide. Abigail crawls over, grinds her bare pussy against Jenna’s, slick lips sliding together. They fuck slow, then harder, bodies slapping. Sweat-slick skin, wet sounds filling the room, nipples brushing nipples. Jenna comes first, crying out, then again when Abigail pins her wrists and rides her face, grinding her cunt on Jenna’s tongue until she shudders and comes with a low, filthy groan. When it’s over they lie there breathing hard, tangled up. Abigail traces lazy circles on Jenna’s hip. “You’re not going anywhere,” she says. “Not until I’m done with you.” Jenna doesn’t answer. She just leans in and kisses her again like she already knows she’s staying.