Magic Wand

Lena Paul locks eyes with Queenie across the room. Her stare pins the girl in place like she's already naked. One slow step forward and Lena's fingers find Queenie's waist, dragging her close until hip bones press and breath catches. Hands slide lower, cup, squeeze. Queenie's lips part with a tiny gasp right before Lena's mouth covers them, tongue pushing in deep while fingers slip beneath the edge of Queenie's skirt and find heat. No hesitation, just fingers stroking her slick pussy while Lena's other hand yanks the top down, baring full tits for her teeth to graze. She works two fingers inside, knuckles-deep, curling and pumping until Queenie's knees buckle and moans spill out against her tongue. Lena keeps going, relentless, fucking her with quick, steady thrusts, curling just right, thumb circling her swollen clit. Queenie's hips buck. Her fingers dig into Lena's shoulders. Every time she shudders and gasps, Lena pushes harder, faster, greedy for the way she tightens, the wet sounds echoing through the room. When Queenie comes, back arching, voice breaking, Lena doesn't slow down. She drags the orgasm out until Queenie's trembling and soaked and clinging. Only then does Lena ease her fingers free, slick and shining, only to shove them between Queenie's lips so she can taste herself. Their kiss turns filthy, hungry. Breasts pressed together, thighs slick, neither one backing off an inch.