The Mandarin Affair

Verronica Kirei pins Olive Glass against the red leather of the Mandarin Lounge booth. They’re both naked, natural curves and soft skin catching the dim amber light. Verronica doesn’t speak—she just takes Olive’s wrists and drags them above her head, mouth descending to suck one nipple hard while her knee wedges between Olive’s thighs. Their breath mingles, Olive’s chest heaving against Verronica’s heavy breasts. Verronica’s hand slides down, fingers slipping between Olive’s soaked folds, working her clit in tight circles. Olive arches, gasping, hips bucking forward, cunt clenching as she presses harder into that touch. Verronica smiles, tongue flicking Olive’s nipple again, then drops lower, mouth sealing over her slit, tongue dragging slow and deliberate from entrance to clit and back again. Olive’s thighs tremble around Verronica’s head; the louder she moans, the faster Verronica sucks, fingers buried knuckle-deep, driving her toward the edge. Olive comes hard, cunt pulsing, wetness coating Verronica’s chin and fingers, body shaking until the climax melts into tiny spasms she can’t control. Verronica keeps licking until Olive begs her to stop, thighs still quivering in the silk-lined booth.