Back in the High Life

Brett Rossi's fingers work the vibrating wand against her wet clit while she waits. Her law-school classmate Anna De Ville walks in and freezes at the sight. Brett keeps circling the toy anyway. "I'm so tense, I had to get one off." She drops the massager and smiles. Anna admits she dropped out, but Brett cuts her off. "Skirt. Now." Anna tugs the zipper of Brett's tight red skirt from the hem upward; the fabric falls open to bare her smooth, already swollen lips. Brett shucks the skirt and her blouse, spreads her legs on the table, and asks for the "extra" everyone here knows. Anna blushes. "We don't do that." Brett scoffs and hooks her thumbs in Anna's waistband. "Take these off too." Pants hit the floor. Anna climbs up, slick oil in hand, and cups Brett's breasts, thumbs polishing each nipple until they gleam. Brett drags her mouth to Anna's cunt and laps until Anna shudders and comes on her tongue. Anna returns the favor, burying her face between Brett's thighs. Legs tangle; Brett grinds her wet pussy hard against Anna's until they both shake again. She flips Anna over, fingers two knuckles deep while her tongue circles the tight rim. Anna's mouth mirrors the motion. Brett clings to the table edge and rides Anna's tongue in sharp, needy strokes, coming one more time with a hoarse cry.