Passionate Embrace

Cherie DeVille sat stiffly in the counselor’s office. Casey Calvert sized her up—quiet, knowing. Then the brunette moved. Her lips found Cherie’s hard. No warning. Just hunger. Cherie kissed back. Tongues slick, breath quick. Casey’s hand slid up Cherie’s thigh, fingers brushing lace, then pulling it aside. She pushed two fingers in, curled, dragged a moan from the blonde’s throat. Cherie came hard, hips jerking. She flipped Casey onto her back, knees apart, tongue buried. Casey tasted salt and sweet, hips rolling against Cherie’s mouth. Casey’s cries got ragged when two fingers slipped inside her and hooked. Her thighs trembled. She came on Cherie’s tongue with a broken gasp. They stayed locked, mouths open, sharing spit. Casey’s fingers worked Cherie’s soaked cunt again, pushing deeper, finding that spot that made her thighs seize. Cherie added fingers of her own. Both women shook, mouths moving against wet skin, chasing another sharp release that left them panting. When their fingers finally slipped out, they leaned in again, tasting each other’s breath, lips open and hungry, still riding the slick heat of what they’d just done.