Lesbian PsychoDramas #11

Gracie grabbed Ella by the shoulders and shoved her hard against the wall. Their mouths crashed together, all teeth and spit. Tongues shoved past lips, tasting like cheap vodka and mint gum. Gracie’s hands slid under Ella’s shirt, fingers digging into warm skin, moving fast like she needed to prove something. Ella pulled at Gracie’s belt, yanking it open, and shoved her palm between her legs. Gracie bit Ella’s bottom lip, sucked it hard, then dropped to her knees without asking. She yanked Ella’s jeans down just past her hips and pressed her mouth where it mattered. Ella’s head hit the wall, her breath coming sharp and ugly. Gracie worked her with tongue and two fingers, rough, steady, never breaking rhythm. Ella’s thighs started shaking. She grabbed Gracie’s hair, pulled tight, pushing her deeper. When Ella came she didn’t make a sound—just clenched hard around Gracie’s fingers and stayed still, eyes squeezed shut like it hurt. Gracie stood, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, and kissed her again, slower this time, but still hungry.