Sugar Mommy

Franny slid her fingers between Sarah's thighs, feeling the wet heat already waiting. Sarah gasped, hips lifting like she'd been struck by lightning. Nothing fancy, just raw want. Franny worked two fingers inside, slow and deliberate, watching Sarah's face twist with pleasure. They moved together, rhythm tightening. Sarah clawed at the sheets, breath breaking into short, ragged sounds. Franny curled her fingers just right. Hit that spot again and again until Sarah's whole body seized and she came hard—legs shaking, voice cracking open. The orgasm rolled through her like a live wire. After, Franny didn't pull away. She left her fingers buried, stroking gently through the aftershocks while Sarah trembled, flushed and undone.