The Perfect Punishment

Britney Light volunteers at the rescue when a stray slips the gate. Julia Ann finds her first. The supervisor corners the blonde, sizes her up, then takes her mouth like it already belongs to her. The kiss tastes of coffee and discipline, and Britney melts. She palms the older woman’s heavy breasts, feeling the lace straining over warm flesh, moaning into the next kiss. Julia peels open Britney’s uniform and pushes two fingers straight into slick heat. She works fast, knuckles brushing tight walls until Britney shudders. A third finger stretches her wider; Julia’s thumb strokes the swollen clit in quick circles. Britney starts to shake, hips chasing, breath hitching. When Julia drops to her knees and licks, Britney comes hard, thighs clamped to Julia’s ears. They trade places on the vinyl exam table. Britney buries her face between Julia’s thighs and laps greedily, tongue pressing deep before sucking the sensitive hood. Julia claws at the metal edge, breathing short, legs trembling as she grinds against that eager mouth. Her orgasm shakes the table. They twist into each other again, legs scissored, cunts sliding wet and loud. Julia finds Britney’s clit with her tongue while Britney rides two of her fingers. The second climax rolls straight into a third. By the fourth they are soaked and slack, skin flushed, lips bruised, both of them catching breath on the cold floor.