Try To Resist Me!

Jarushka stands in a crisp white dress shirt and dark tie, the fabric stretched tight across her full breasts. Young Violette stares like she might starve. She crosses the room in three steps, fingers already working at buttons, pulling Jarushka close by the knot of that tie until their mouths crush together. Fabric gives way fast—shirt open, tie yanked aside, skin and heat meeting skin and heat. Violette’s smaller hands cup the older woman’s tits, thumbs circling stiff nipples while her tongue slides deep into Jarushka’s mouth. Jarushka answers with a low sound, already wet, hips pushing forward so Violette can feel the slick she’s made. Violette drops to her knees without asking, yanks Jarushka’s skirt up, and buries her face in damp lace. She licks through the cloth until Jarushka gasps and grabs the girl’s hair, pulling her in harder. When the panties finally slide down, Violette’s tongue meets bare flesh and Jarushka comes with a sharp cry, legs shaking around Violette’s shoulders, the knot of the tie still clenched in her fist.