Lesbian Sports-Widow

Angela White sits transfixed by the final minutes of the big game, the screen reflecting in her dark eyes while Shyla Jennings watches from the couch with growing irritation. Their anniversary means nothing to Angela in this moment. Shyla leans in, voice low and coaxing, but the game stays louder. She slides onto Angela's lap anyway, pressing soft lips along the side of her neck. Nothing. Shyla stands, pulls her top off, then her shorts, skin bare beneath the living-room lights. Angela barely glances. Shyla drops to her knees, tugs Angela's sweatpants down, spreads her thighs and buries her tongue between them. Still, Angela's gaze stays locked on the field. Shyla works harder, licks with purpose, until Angela finally lets the remote fall. Her hands find Shyla's hair. In seconds the two women twist together on the sofa, mouths moving hungrily over each other's cunts, hips rolling, thighs trembling. The game ends; they don't notice.