Twisted Passions #02

Magdalene’s had enough. Bad day, foul mood, nothing fixing it. She pours herself a drink in the kitchen and vanishes down the hall. Rebeca’s not letting her sit alone with it. She tails her, slips into the bedroom like she owns the right. Takes the glass right out of Magdalene’s hand, sets it aside without asking twice. Magdalene’s skin is still warm from the liquor. Rebeca’s fingers trace lower, finding what she wants, and Magdalene doesn’t stop her—just leans back, lips parting, breathing heavy as Rebeca’s mouth finds her neck, then lower. Magdalene’s silk shirt unbuttons fast, exposes the lace beneath, nipples already tight. Rebeca tugs the fabric away, licks across the curve of Magdalene’s breast, sucks one nipple hard until Magdalene gasps, then pulls Rebeca closer by her hair. They move fast—clothes hit the floor, bodies slide together on the sheets. Magdalene spreads wide, hips lifting when Rebeca’s fingers sink between her legs, slick and insistent. Magdalene moans loud, grinds down, eyes half-lidded, sweat-slicked, lost in the stretch and press as Rebeca works her, two fingers deep, thumb rubbing firm on her clit. She cums quick, cursing through it, thighs shaking. Rebeca grins, keeps her hand working, drawing it out, tongue tracing the underside of Magdalene’s breast. Magdalene reaches out, flips them, straddles Rebeca’s face and rides her mouth, fingers curling around the headboard, gasps turning to cries when Rebeca sucks her clit hard and tongues her wet slit. Magdalene’s hips jerk, cum dripping down Rebeca’s chin. She slides down Rebeca’s body, kisses her open mouth, tastes herself, slips two fingers inside Rebeca, pumping steady. Rebeca bucks, wraps her legs around Magdalene’s waist, nails digging into Magdalene’s back. She cums hard, biting down on Magdalene’s shoulder, cunt pulsing around those fingers. They slow, breathe, tangled in sweat and sheets, mouths brushing, bodies cooling but neither moving away.