Forgive Me

Mea Melone cornered Lady D by her office door. The tirade came fast and the younger woman crumbled under it, tears spilling before the sentence even landed. Guilt hit Mea hard. She stepped close, thumbed the wet cheeks, and murmured an apology against Lady D’s mouth. The girl clung to her. Mea backed her onto the desk, parted her knees, and dropped to the floor. Lady D’s panties slid down, exposing her smooth, damp slit. Mea licked broad and slow, then sharp and quick, tasting the salt of tears mixed with arousal. Lady D’s whimpers shifted pitch. Mea slipped two fingers inside, curled, pumped. When the girl’s thighs started to shake, Mea traded tongue for the slim, glass dildo warming in her palm. She slid it deep, twisted, sucked on Lady D’s clit while she worked the toy. Lady D gasped, hips jerking. Her pussy clenched so hard the dildo nearly came out. Mea pushed it back in and kept licking until Lady D came, one hand tangled in Mea’s hair, the other gripping the desk edge. The orgasm hit like a snapped wire. Lady D’s whole body arched, juices spilling over Mea’s tongue. After that, Lady D’s eyes cleared. The tears dried. She reached for Mea, kissed her deep, and smiled like nothing needed fixing anymore.