Tea Time

Tea does the job. Archer pours and thinks about Molly's cunt, about the red hair there and what she'll do once the last cup is finished. Tongue dragging over that swollen clit, fingers driving in hard, she feels Molly fold. Good thing she's already on the chair. Molly's thighs shake. Her breath breaks. When it's done she slides down off the chair and spreads Archer across the table, knees hooked open, hips lifted. Two fingers find the ridged spot inside and rub hard, knuckles dripping, slick running in warm lines toward Archer's ass.