Andy San Dimas and Sarah Sloane Are Pillow Biters

Andy San Dimas thought she had Sara Sloane exactly where she wanted her, but the blonde was always three steps ahead. One minute Andy was confident, hips rolling in a slow tease. The next she was flat on her back, naked thighs peeled apart, knees pressed to her shoulders while Sara knelt between them and took full control. Sara’s fingers slipped through the wet heat she’d coaxed open. She stroked Andy with the unhurried confidence of someone who already knew every secret. Andy tried to push up on her elbows, but Sara only smiled, two fingers sliding in deep until Andy’s breath hitched and her head dropped back against the pillows. She stayed like that, spread and helpless, breathing fast while Sara worked her open—slow at first, then steady, insistent, finding the angle that made Andy’s cunt flutter around her knuckles. Every time Andy tried to close her legs, Sara held them wider. Every time Andy moaned her name, Sara answered with a darker, hungrier pressure. Andy had lost the game before she even realized they were playing.