Lesbian House Hunters #01

Tanya was trying to sell the house, Ariella had a boyfriend. Neither fact stopped them from tearing each other's clothes off in the kitchen before they even made it to the bedroom. The listing sheets scattered across the marble island. Ariella shoved Tanya against the fridge, lips hot on her neck, hands yanking her blouse open. Buttons popped. Tanya moaned when those fingers slipped under her bra and pinched hard. "Fuck, we shouldn't," Ariella muttered against her mouth, then shoved her tongue back inside it anyway. Tanya dragged her upstairs, Ariella's blouse already gone, jeans unbuttoned. They left a trail—heels, bra, panties—leading straight to the master bedroom. Tanya pushed her onto the king bed and spread her wide, tongue immediately finding that slick heat. Ariella's hips bucked. Her back arched as she came fast, loud, cursing. They didn't stop there. In the walk-in shower, steam fogging every mirror, Ariella dropped to her knees and ate Tanya until her thighs shook. Tanya clung to the tile, legs spread, water streaming over both of them. Ariella didn't stop until Tanya was gasping and grinding against her mouth, shouting through her orgasm. They hit the guest bedroom next, still dripping. Ariella on all fours while Tanya fingered her from behind, slick and filthy, three fingers deep, then four. Ariella came again—messy, shaking, biting the pillow. By the time they made it to the backyard lounge chair, they were raw and desperate. Tanya sat on Ariella's face and rode her until she came so hard she nearly blacked out. They sealed it with a wet, slow kiss and Ariella finally signed the papers, naked, legs still trembling.