The Case Of The Mysterious Panties

Riley sits at her desk, chin in hand, already tired of the day. Kenna storms in waving a pair of silk panties. Riley lifts an eyebrow. "Got an appointment?" Kenna blurts out that a friend sent her and she needs help right now. Riley spots the panties and guesses cheating wife. Soon Riley’s posted outside a cheap motel, camera ready. This is what she does. Snap the proof, close the file, move on. She doesn’t waste time believing in happy endings. Back at the office she spreads the photos across the desk. Kenna stares, face flushing with anger. Grief turns sharp. She orders Riley to strip. If her wife gets to fuck around, why shouldn’t she? Riley tries to refuse, but Kenna’s blonde fury is hard to turn away. Riley shrugs off her jacket, then the rest, and Kenna’s hands are already on her small, bare breasts. Kenna pushes Riley onto the couch and peels her own clothes away. They taste each other fast and deep, tongues working between soft thighs. Riley grips Kenna’s ass, pulling her closer. They grind, sweat, come hard, then come again until the anger melts into something that almost feels like hope.