Lesbian PsychoDramas #04

Dana cornered Zoe against the wall. No escape now. She pulled the phone out, screen facing out, and let the video play—Zoe naked, fingers between her legs, flushed and gasping. Dana's voice cut low. "Tell me to stop and I will." She didn’t. Dana had her pressed tight, hand already under the hem, finding heat, sliding in. Zoe’s knees buckled, but Dana held her up, fingers working deeper, slow, deliberate, until Zoe couldn’t keep quiet. Dana pulled her close, mouth on her neck, biting just enough to leave a mark. Then she dropped to her knees, dragged Zoe’s underwear down, and buried her tongue where Zoe was already dripping. Every wet sound filled the small room. Dana didn’t let her come easy—she edged her until Zoe begged, hands tangled in Dana’s hair, body shaking. When she finally broke, it was hard, raw, knees giving out. Dana caught her, kissed her rough, then stood and stripped fast. She shoved Zoe onto the bed, climbed over her, riding her thigh while her fingers went back in, harder now. Sweat slicked their skin. Dana came with her mouth open on Zoe’s breast, teeth grazing nipple, hips jerking. They didn’t stop. Dana flipped her over, pressed her face into the sheets, took her from behind with a strap she’d brought, relentless until Zoe’s voice broke again. Finally, Dana pulled her close, both of them shaking, breath hot, bodies sticky, and said, "Next time, you ask."