'Marriage' Counseling

Jezabel Vessir sits in a coffee shop when Bunny Colby walks in. She can’t look away. Every inch of Bunny turns her on. The blonde stops to order and Jezabel hears her tell the barista she’s a counselor. The word sticks. She glances down, already thinking of a way in. When Jezabel looks away, Bunny steals a glance back—slow, careful, appreciative of Jezabel’s deep curves and heavy, natural tits. Jezabel doesn’t see it. She stands anyway, steps forward, heart pounding. She blurts out that she needs counseling. Bunny says she’s a marriage counselor. Jezabel swallows the surprise, then lies. She claims to be married. The appointment is set. Days later, Jezabel sits in Bunny’s office. The story starts to fray. Her answers stumble, the lie falls apart. Bunny watches her, calm, then calls it. Jezabel admits the truth: she just wanted to be near her. Bunny leans back. A small smile. She tells Jezabel she felt the same spark in the coffee shop and would’ve asked her out if Jezabel hadn’t invented a marriage. The air tightens. They move at once. The kiss is deep, hungry. Bunny’s hands slip under Jezabel’s top, cupping those full, bare breasts. Fingers tease hard nipples. Jezabel moans, legs parting as Bunny’s hand slides between them. She finds her wet, slides two fingers inside, pumping slow and steady while her thumb circles Jezabel’s clit. Jezabel rocks against her, big tits bouncing with every thrust, until pleasure rolls through her in tight, wet waves.