Pussy Payment Plan

Chanell Heart waited outside the divorce lawyer's office, biting her lip. She had one shot at this payout. When Misty Stone finally called her in, the verdict hit like lightning: Chanell was getting damn near everything. The house. The cars. The money. All of it. She almost leapt out of her seat when Misty slapped that invoice down. Six figures. Her stomach dropped. No way she could pay. Misty knew. Leaned back, dark eyes crawling over Chanell's curves like she already owned them. "We could work something out," she said. Low. Velvet and poison. "You're about to be single, after all. That pretty pussy's got payment written all over it." Chanell didn't hesitate. She climbed onto the long conference table, shoved her dress up, and spread her legs. Misty was already kneeling between them, tongue dragging slow and filthy across that soaked slit like she'd been starving for it. The first drag made Chanell jerk hard, her back hitting polished wood with a dull thud. Then she flipped her, pulled Misty's thighs apart and buried her mouth in her. They went at it like they meant it. Tongues fucking, fingers working, moans tearing out raw and desperate. Misty licked like she wanted to taste every inch of her. Chanell sucked her clit between her lips and didn't let go until Misty was gasping and grinding into her face. No checks. No transfers. Just slick heat and the smell of sex thick in the air while the paperwork sat ignored next to them. "Think we're square," Misty growled, voice wrecked. Chanell answered by spreading her wider and licking deeper.