Lesbian Cougars On The Prowl - Dixie Lynn & Kit Mercer

Kit Mercer keeps sneaking glances across the office at the new girl, Dixie Lynn, with the soft pink lips and that way of biting them when she concentrates. She starts with easy talk, weather and weekend plans, until Dixie lets it slip that she just left her creep of an ex and packed up her life to start over. Kit feels heat rush low in her belly at the news. She leans closer, voice dropping. "You don’t need a man for anything," she says, smile slow and sure. Then she reaches under the desk and slips her palm up the inside of Dixie’s thigh, fingertips brushing the seam of her panties. "Let me show you." In the break room, door barely shut, Kit has her pressed to the counter. She kisses hard, tongue tasting, then drops to her knees, tugging cotton aside so she can lick long and slow between soft folds already slick for her. Dixie’s breath catches when Kit pushes two fingers deep and curls them, tongue flicking the swollen clit in tight circles until Dixie’s thighs tremble and she comes with a wet gasp against Kit’s mouth.