Lesbian Sex #15

Her eyes locked on me across the bar, cold and commanding. She moved without hesitation, crossing the floor in those heels that clicked like a warning. One hand cupped my jaw, the other slid lower, gripping me through my jeans before I even caught her name. She pressed her thigh between mine and ground once, slow and deliberate. My breath caught. She smiled like she knew what she'd do next. She backed me into the corner booth without a word. Her fingers worked my belt open and she pulled me free, stroking hard and steady while the rest of the room kept drinking like nothing changed. Her lips brushed my ear, breath hot, voice low. I felt her other hand press between my legs again, possessive and certain. She leaned in until her teeth grazed my throat, leaving heat behind. I pushed against her palm, desperate. She squeezed harder in answer. Every stroke turned tighter, rougher. When I gasped she kissed me hard, tongue deep, hips rolling forward like she wanted to fuck me right there against the vinyl seat. Her hand never stopped moving.