Stress Reliever

Lucy stands by the window, jaw tight. No word from Mimi. No proof either. The reform school stays locked and she stays useless. Gina watches her pace, then moves in behind her. She slides both hands under Lucy’s shirt, cups her tits, and squeezes until the blonde leans back with a shaky exhale. Gina pinches her nipples, rolls them, waits until Lucy’s breathing shifts. Then she spins her wife around, lifts her onto the table, and peels the blouse open. Pale tits spill free, heavy and soft. Gina leans down, sucks one nipple hard, teeth grazing skin. Lucy’s fingers tangle in her hair and pull her closer. Gina’s tongue flicks fast, then slow, then fast again, pulling wet sounds from both of them. She slides a hand between Lucy’s thighs, finds her already slick, and pushes two fingers inside without asking. Lucy’s hips jerk. Gina pumps slow, curls her fingers just right, thumb pressed to Lucy’s clit. Every thrust knocks the worry out of her. Lucy comes with a sharp cry, thighs shaking around Gina’s wrist. Gina keeps her fingers buried deep, kissing the blonde’s flushed chest until the tremors fade.