The Seductress #03

Sara knows the score. Another woman won’t swallow her lines. She was right. One look from lawyer Kim over late-night drinks and Sara felt the hook set deep. Kim saw straight through the bullshit, and that turned Sara on so hard she could barely sit still. They hit the stairs before the elevator closed, lips locked, hands sliding under silk. In the dark bedroom their clothes hit the floor fast. Sara shoved Kim onto the sheets and dropped between her thighs, tongue dragging through slick folds. Kim grabbed her hair, pulled her closer, grinding against Sara’s mouth until she shook. Then they flipped. Kim’s tongue worked Sara open, lips sucking hard on her swollen clit while fingers pumped deep. Sara came first, a sharp, messy cry, thighs clamping round Kim’s head. Kim followed seconds later, hips bucking, cunt pulsing against Sara’s tongue. Sweat cooled on their skin. Neither woman moved to leave. Maybe this wasn’t just tonight.