Secret Lesbian Diaries #03: Writing School

On July 17th 2015, the description had already appeared. Now the woman's hips roll against the desk as she hikes her skirt to her waist. A sleek thigh pushes between her spread legs. Fingers slide beneath black lace, find her wet slit, and sink inside without hesitation. She gasps, spine arching as two firm strokes fill her. Her nipples tighten against the thin silk of her blouse. A hot tongue traces the shell of her ear; hot breath asks if she wants it harder. "Yes" escapes in a broken breath. The hand withdraws, flips her, opens her thighs wider. The desk edge digs into bare flesh as a greedy mouth descends, licking slow, deliberate circles around her swollen clit. Two fingers push back in, curling. Her nails scrape polished wood. The mouth seals tight and sucks. The rhythm steadies—deep plunges paired with steady suction until her voice cracks and her cunt clenches, flooding the fingers pressed up inside her.