You're Too Important To Me, Sweetie

June ended things. She had the ring, the wedding planned, everything lined up. Then she pulled the plug because he made it clear he had no interest in raising Briana. Briana sat there stunned, then something hot and grateful snapped loose in her. She leaned in, pressed her mouth to June's, soft at first, then deeper, needier. Her hands slid under June's shirt, palms flat against warm skin. June exhaled hard, fingers already gripping Briana's hips, pulling her closer. They moved together like people who'd been starving for touch. Clothes came off in a rush. June's mouth traveled down Briana's chest, tongue tracing the curve of her breast before she took the nipple between her lips and sucked hard. Briana arched, moaning, thighs parting as June's hand slipped lower. Two fingers slid through wet folds, found her clit, rubbed slow circles that made Briana's breath catch. June worked her open with patient pressure, then pushed inside, knuckles slick, stroking deep while her thumb stayed on that swollen spot. Briana rode those fingers, hips rolling, chasing every thrust. When June bent her mouth between Briana's legs, tongue flicking, licking, tasting, Briana cried out, hand fisted in June's hair. June kept her there, licking and sucking until Briana's thighs shook. Then she climbed up, straddled Briana's thigh, grinding her own soaked pussy against smooth skin. June came first, shuddering, biting her own lip to keep quiet. Briana followed right after, cunt clenching around June's fingers, body bowed tight as the orgasm ripped through her. They stayed tangled, breathing hard, sweat cooling on their skin.