Lesbian Legal #04

Darryl Hannah walks into Avy Scott's office wearing a black dress cut low. She drops the folder on the desk. "The judge won't like me getting close to anyone new," she says. Avy leans back in his chair, eyes fixed on the line where dress meets skin. Darryl steps around the desk, close enough for perfume and warm breath. "So I can't date," she says, palm sliding down his tie. "Unless the man I'm dating gives me the legal advice." Avy doesn't blink. She unzips him one-handed, drops to her knees, takes him in her mouth in slow, steady pulls. Eyes locked on his. Spittle and heat. He grips the armrests while she works, hips straining forward. When she stands, her dress rides up, and she leans over the desk, wet and open. "Is this against the rules?" she asks, then sinks onto him with a long exhale. He thrusts up into her, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. The phone rings. She answers it, voice steady, lawyer’s cock buried to the hilt inside her. She grinds in small circles. He finishes with a low groan, and she stays there, breath quick and shallow, slick between them. She straightens her dress and leaves the paperwork on the blotter. Avy lights a cigarette. Darryl smiles like someone who just beat the system.