Confidence Is Sexy!

Estella Bathory dances like the room belongs to her, hips rolling slow to every beat while she wipes down the furniture. Each sway of those generous curves lands like it has a destination. Mischievous Kitty watches from her desk, trying to stay focused, but the view is impossible to ignore. Every time Estella bends, her ass fills the space, full and inviting, and Kitty's thoughts slip further from her work. She finally gives up. Rising from her chair, Kitty steps forward until Estella notices her and stops. They sink onto the sofa, knees brushing, breathless from the sudden closeness. "You've been working so hard," Kitty says softly. Estella smiles, fingers already reaching for a lock of Kitty's hair. "Then I deserve a break, don't I?" Their mouths find each other in a slow, hungry kiss. Hands wander. Clothes loosen and drop. Soon Estella's palms fill with Kitty's breasts and Kitty's mouth is between Estella's thighs, tasting her deeply. They shift together, bodies aligning as they grind, breasts pressed tight, wet centers sliding against one another in a rhythm that builds until both cry out, hips jerking through release. Afterward Kitty's pulse still races, her confidence burning hot in her veins.