Lesbian House Hunters #02

Nicki catches Bobbi elbow-deep in the boss’s panty drawer and freezes her with a look. "You kiss your license goodbye if that gets around," Nicki says, lips curling. Bobbi spins, cheeks burning, dress still hiked from digging. "Please, don’t tell," she whispers. Nicki shuts the door, smile turning mean. "Take it all off. Then get on the bed." Bobbi hesitates, then peels fabric away—bra, panties, heels—skin prickling under Nicki’s stare. Nicki grabs the silk crotch from the pile and drags it across Bobbi’s slit until she glistens, slow circles that leave Bobbi twitching. She pushes Bobbi down, spreads her thighs wide, and licks her open, tongue curling, sucking loud on the swollen clit while two fingers slide in, working deep. Bobbi moans, grips Nicki’s hair, lifts her hips, begging with every grind. Nicki flips her onto her stomach, spanks once—hard—and rubs the sticky silk between soaked folds while she tongues Bobbi’s asshole, working her open until Bobbi is shaking. Nicki strips, straps on the harness from the nightstand, lines up, and drives in deep. The first thrust makes Bobbi yelp. Nicki grabs a fistful of hair, pounds steady, relentless, slapping skin on skin, sweat dripping onto the sheets they ruin. Bobbi reaches back, spreads herself wider, cums loud and shaking. Nicki keeps fucking her through it, then pulls out, flips her again, rides Bobbi’s mouth until she’s screaming into soaking thighs. The bed slams the wall. Somewhere downstairs a clock chimes, forgotten. Upstairs the girls keep at it, louder than the owners will ever know.