Special Delivery

Valentine spotted Violette behind the door and stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. The curve of her hips started a slow roll under her uniform. Each sway grew bolder, a straight line to pleasure that made Violette's body answer. Violette's hairy cunt tightened under every teasing circle of fabric pressing in. Violette sank to her knees and unbuckled the roller skates one at a time. Warm palms cradled each of Valentine's feet, fingers pressing deep before letting go. The rough wet track of her tongue slid higher, tasting the soft skin inside Valentine's thigh, until her lips pressed firm against Valentine's slick folds and began to work the swollen clit in steady pulls. The last cake had barely cooled on the counter by the time Valentine's moans filled the kitchen.