Well Behaved

Freya Parker waits on the hotel bed in nothing but black lace. The door clicks. Shay Sights steps inside, high heels on, pupils sharp. She doesn’t speak. She grabs Freya by the jaw and kisses her hard, teeth grazing lip, spit shining between them. Freya’s breath comes short. Shay’s palm slides down, fingers under lace. Wet heat greets her. She rubs once, twice—enough to feel Freya twitch—then pulls away and licks her own fingers clean. Freya’s panties drop. Shay pushes her back, drops between thighs spread wide. Tongue flat and slow at first, long drags that make Freya’s stomach jump. Then quick flicks over swollen clit, lips sucking in rhythm until Freya’s hands fist the sheets. Shay moans into wet cunt, fingers sinking deep. The room smells like sex. Freya begs, hips rocking, thighs shaking. Shay doesn’t let up till she feels her come hard, pulse around two knuckles, wetness spilling down her wrist. Shay looks up, mouth glistening. Freya yanks her onto the mattress, greedy now. Lace torn off. Mouth on tits, teeth biting nipple, spit cooling over it. Shay spreads, impatient. Freya’s tongue finds her clit already throbbing. She eats hard, fast, two fingers thrusting rough until Shay bites her own arm to stay quiet. Both come, loud, shaking the frame of the bed. They stay tangled, slick skin, panting in the smoke of a half-finished cigarette on the nightstand.