Sweet Sweet Sally Mae - Part 4

Tina gave Miss Jane the update: Anita was working Sally over, good. Miss Jane bit her lip. Her body woke up instantly, warm, wet, eager for skin and sound and anything that would scratch the itch. She looked Tina over, then gave the order. While Anita handled punishment, Tina would handle pleasure. They didn’t wait. Clothes off. Miss Jane spread Tina across the velvet couch, face already buried between her thighs. Tina tasted clean, hot, slick against her tongue. She licked deeper, tracing each fold, sucking at Tina’s clit until the younger girl cried out. Tina returned it fast, pulling Miss Jane’s hips over her mouth, tongue sliding in and out with greedy rhythm. They were too loud to hear anything else. No footsteps. No click of a lock. They kissed hard, biting, switching places, breath sharp and ragged between each moan. Miss Jane came first, thighs shaking as Tina held her open and drank her down. What they didn’t know—what they couldn’t see—was that the girl they thought was being broken had already walked free. Sally Mae moved through the halls like she owned them now, quiet, dressed in nothing but sweat and bruises. Her eyes were flat. Her target was already set.