A Delicious Delight

Darcie had one thing on her mind—getting back to Black Label and bringing company. She spotted the right kind. In the Mandarin Lounge, legs crossed, drink untouched, she smiled at the Latina beauty walking toward her. Vicki didn’t waste time with small talk. Once the door closed behind them, the clothes came off in pieces, scattered across the low couch and carpet like afterthoughts. Naked, Vicki dropped to her knees and buried her mouth between Darcie’s thighs. Her tongue moved in long, unhurried strokes, learning the shape of her fast. Darcie leaned back, hand in Vicki’s hair, letting her legs fall open. They traded places twice—Vicki on the cushions now, Darcie’s mouth working her slick, swollen clit until her hips began to twitch. Fingers followed next. Darcie slid two inside, curling, thrusting, thumb rolling over the bud on every pass. Vicki gripped the edge of the couch, breathing harder. When she came, it shook through her, soft curses rolling off her tongue. They pulled each other closer then, thighs tangling, cunts pressed tight. Hips ground in steady rhythm—wet skin sliding, pressure building. Their movements grew messy, greedy, until both of them broke at once, trembling hard against each other, mouths open but no words coming out.