Lesbian Seductions #12

Courtney banged the door shut. Her heels hit the floor hard. Inside, Susan lay with one hand between her legs, skirt hiked, vibrator still buzzing against her clit. She didn’t stop. Didn’t even blink. The bad date had been a disaster, but Courtney didn’t give a damn now. She wanted skin. Heat. Tongue. Susan’s eyes met hers, cool and dark, and she spread her thighs wider, a wordless invitation. Courtney shed the tight little dress and crawled across the couch. Their mouths crashed. Then Courtney slid down, warm breath on Susan’s stomach, until her tongue found the wet seam of her cunt. Susan hissed. Her fingers twisted in Courtney’s hair, urging her lower. Every lick came slower, deeper—Courtney tasting every inch, circling Susan’s swollen clit like she had all night. Susan’s hips bucked once, twice, hard enough to knock the vibrator off the cushion. She flipped Courtney onto her back, shoved her knees apart, and buried her face. Courtney’s pussy was slick and ready, tasting faintly of sweat and liquor. Susan worked two fingers inside, curled them, sucked at the same time until Courtney whimpered and came apart on her tongue—fast, loud, hips jerking against Susan’s mouth. They switched again. No rest. Susan straddled Courtney’s thigh, ground herself hard and fast while her fingers pumped into Courtney in the same rhythm. Their lips met, messy, tasting themselves. Courtney whispered filth between kisses, every word edged with raw need. Susan answered with teeth on her neck. The vibrator lay forgotten, the TV mumbled in the background, and the only real sound left in the room was skin meeting skin and the wet click of hungry mouths. When Susan finally came, it was sharp and sudden, biting down on Courtney’s shoulder, body locked tight for one perfect, shuddering second before she collapsed, breathing hard, already hungry for more.