Lesbian Retreat #02

Sydni blocks the door before Ariel can leave. “You fucked someone else. Show me. Show me what you did.” Ariel stares back, breath shallow, then sinks to her knees like the order dragged her down. “Pants off,” Sydni snaps. Ariel obeys, baring smooth, pale thighs and the strip of dark lace still damp between them. “On your back.” The moment Ariel stretches out on the rug, Sydni straddles her hips, pinning her with the weight of thighs slick from watching. “You touched her first or she touched you?” Ariel whispers, “I touched her,” fingers already slipping inside her own cunt the way they must have slipped into the other woman’s. Sydni watches the slow pump of two fingers disappearing, watches the knuckles glisten, watches Ariel’s stomach clench. She grabs Ariel’s wrist, licks the taste off her fingertips, then guides those same slick fingers back in deeper, faster, making Ariel buck. “Like that,” Ariel pants. “I had two fingers in her and my thumb on her clit—kept circling till she started shaking. I pressed my palm here—” Ariel’s free hand presses down just above the bone, pushing pressure against the spot inside. A wet sound fills the room as her own pussy clenches around her hand. Sydni grinds down harder, caging her in. “Did she beg?” “Yeah.” “Did she come?” “Soaked my wrist.” Sydni leans, bites Ariel’s bottom lip, voice low. “Do it again. Show me how you ruined her.”