I Really Have to Pee

Keisha Grey was out when the cab took a sharp turn. Now she’s at the door, arms folded, blocking Abella Danger from the bathroom. Abella’s bladder throbs. She begs. A hot rush spreads down her thighs, soaking her denim shorts, pooling at her feet. Keisha’s gaze darkens with quiet hunger. She steps close, kisses the tears from Abella’s cheeks, tastes salt and surrender. Abella shoves the wet denim down, thick dark hair glistening. Keisha drops to her knees and licks straight through the slick curls. Abella shoves her back, voice sharp—parents, rumors, wrong—but Keisha only smiles and promises silence if she plays along. Abella lifts Keisha’s shirt, mouth closing over a heavy breast, tongue circling the stiff nipple while her palms cup and squeeze that round ass, delivering quick, light spanks. Keisha’s fingers slip between her legs, rubbing slow circles until Abella’s hips buck and clear fluid jets in hot spurts across Keisha’s mouth and the couch. Keisha drinks what she can, then lies back and pulls Abella over her face. Their bodies twist, lips and tongues working in tandem, the wet sounds of their cunts filling the room. Abella rides Keisha’s mouth until Keisha shudders and comes, then sits upright so Abella can press her tongue deeper still. They lock legs, sliding clit to clit, pace quickening until Abella’s next orgasm sprays straight into Keisha’s open mouth. Keisha turns, offering her ass; Abella’s tongue traces the tight ring while her fingers work Keisha’s soaked pussy to another long, trembling climax. Later, tangled on the couch, Abella traces Keisha’s thigh. “After they go to sleep,” she whispers, “I’m coming to your room every night.”