Road Queen #03

Deauxma finds Courtney Simpson in a cheap motel room thick with smoke and old cigarettes. The air sticks to their skin. She says they've gotta go, right now. Courtney sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread, skirt pushed up past her thighs. Deauxma tells her to pack, to grab her shit and follow. But Courtney won't move. She just looks up with that lazy, fuck-me stare, nipples already stiff under her thin top. Deauxma steps in close, grabs her by the hair, yanks her forward till her mouth presses against the zipper of her jeans. Courtney moans, the sound low and dirty, her tongue already working at the metal. They don't leave. Clothes get tossed, skin slapping skin, Deauxma's fingers buried knuckle-deep while Courtney bucks and grinds, her cunt wet and greedy. Sweat runs down their backs. The room fills with moans and the wet slap of bodies. By the time they finish, leaving feels like a joke they told hours ago.