Fuck Her For Me

Sophia Burns knows she shouldn’t be here—Dana’s house smells like leather and evening cocktails, lights low. Dana answers the door half-dressed, cigarette burning between her fingers. The second the lock clicks, her mouth is on Sophia’s neck. They drag each other into the living room without words. Dana peels the girl’s shirt over her head like she’s unwrapping something forbidden. Sophia’s nipples stiffen under Dana’s tongue; her hips jerk as Dana’s fingers slide between her thighs, slick and greedy. She gets Sophia on the sofa, spreads her, and laps until the girl’s thighs tremble around her ears. Sophia moans loud, fingers twisted in Dana’s dark hair. Dana laughs low, stands, and strips herself the rest of the way—full tits, wet cunt shaved smooth. She climbs on Sophia’s face, grinding until Sophia’s tongue finds her clit and stays there. Two fingers push inside her while Dana leans back and grinds harder, cunt leaving a shine on the girl’s chin. When she comes, it’s sudden, sharp, her thighs clamping Sophia’s cheeks. Dana doesn’t give her a break; she flips the girl onto all fours, bends, and pushes two slick fingers straight into Sophia’s soaking pussy from behind. Sophia gasps, pushes back, dripping on the rug. Dana scissors her fingers, curls them, works her open until she’s shaking and begging. Then Dana grabs the strap from the table, slathers it, and slams it in. Sophia cries out and starts meeting every thrust. Dana palms the girl’s ass, growls filthy praise, and pounds harder, the leather harness creaking. Sweat streaks their skin. Sophia’s cunt squeezes and she comes with a high broken sound, face buried in the cushions. Dana keeps moving until she milks every last shudder, then pulls out and kisses her deep, sharing the taste. Their bodies stick where they touch; the room stinks of sex. Neither of them wants to move first.