Laundry Lust

Katie's lingerie blew into Vanessa's yard like a dirty secret looking for trouble. Vanessa walked it back over and handed it through the door like it was nothing, until Katie saw the strappy little number that left both nipples and crotch wide open. Her face went hot. Vanessa didn't flinch. She just leaned against the doorframe and said she wanted to watch Katie put it on. Ten minutes later Katie stood in the middle of her own living room in nothing but thin straps framing bare skin. Vanessa circled her slow, sliding two fingers between those open straps to tease Katie's already wet slit. The rest happened fast. Vanessa pulled her down onto the couch, mouth at her tits, tongue tracing the lines of exposed flesh, then lowered between Katie's spread legs to lick her while the straps left everything open. Katie moaned, hips jerking, gripping Vanessa's hair, legs shaking. Vanessa never stopped tasting her, fingers sliding in deep while she sucked Katie's clit through the cut-out crotch until both women were breathing hard and neither one needed the rest of the clothes for what came next.