Sweet Sweet Sally Mae - Part 1

Sally Mae looked every bit the trouble she meant to bring. She found Polly at home, slipped her a thick roll of bills, and left with an address on a slip of paper. One name scrawled across it: Miss Jane. Sunglasses on, Sally vanished into the dark. Polly counted the cash, lips curling as the numbers stacked. Then Ella wandered in, bare feet, tired eyes, settling beside her. She’d heard voices. Polly gave her the short version. At the mention of Miss Jane, Ella went rigid. “You gave her Miss Jane?” Polly shrugged, calm, and pulled Ella closer. Lips found Ella’s throat, slow and deliberate. Hands slid lower, tracing every curve with steady purpose. Polly pressed her mouth to breast, then belly, dragging heat across skin until Ella’s breath caught hard. No one would touch her. Not while Polly had her spread and moaning under a slow, exact tongue that promised her every promise money could buy.