Make Up Sex

Darla went quiet in the hotel room. Jillian had already dropped her bag and started unpacking like money didn't matter. Darla sat on the bed, watching her, stomach tight. The drinks they'd had downstairs still warmed their blood. "You've always paid," Darla said finally. "I hate it." Jillian stopped, turned. Tension crackled between them like heat lightning. "It's a gift. You're my friend." "Friends don't keep secrets," Darla snapped. Jillian stared, something breaking loose behind her eyes. Suddenly they were yelling, months of silence crashing down at once. Darla stood, furious, her chest flushed, breath short. Jillian stepped in, grabbed her wrist, held tight. The first kiss shocked them both. Then hands everywhere. Jillian pushed Darla onto the bed, clothes flying. Darla's legs wrapped around Jillian's hips as Jillian went down on her, tongue deep, fingers slick inside her. Darla cried out, gripping Jillian's hair. Jillian worked two fingers in and out, lips tight around Darla's clit, sucking hard until Darla's thighs shook. Darla flipped them, straddled Jillian's face, riding hard while Jillian licked. Darla leaned back and fingered Jillian's cunt open, both of them moaning, fucking, sweat-soaked and desperate. Their secrets burned off between their bodies, every movement raw and hungry. When Darla came first, she kept Jillian pinned, grinding through every shock until Jillian finished beneath her, shaking and wet.