Stick With Me!

Dee Williams is tidying up for Rachael Cavalli. The broom won't reach under the couch, so she drops to her belly and slides under to finish the job. When she tries to wriggle free her arm catches fast. Rachael arrives and stops at the sight of her—ass up, half-trapped. Amused, she kneels beside Dee and runs her palm up the inside of Dee's thigh. "You're stuck for me?" Rachael murmurs, thumb brushing the edge of Dee's panties. Dee huffs, flushed against the floorboards. At first she rolls her eyes, but Rachael's fingers move higher, circling closer, and heat curls low in Dee's belly. "Maybe... we could make the best of it," Dee concedes, breath hitching as Rachael pushes the fabric aside. One finger slides in, slow, then another. Dee bites her lip and grinds back as far as her trapped shoulder allows, greedy for more. Rachael hums approval, curls her fingers, finds the perfect spot, and strokes until Dee pants and rocks, back muscles flexing with every thrust. "Don't stop," Dee begs, thighs trembling. Rachael doesn't. She fucks her deeper, free hand gripping Dee's hip to hold her open, teasing her clit with every slide until Dee's moans turn ragged and the couch creaks above them. When she comes she cries out, clenching hard around Rachael's fingers, pleasure sharp and sudden under the furniture. Rachael eases her through it, lazy kisses pressed to the small of Dee's back, until the arm slips free and Dee can drag herself out—flushed, smiling, already reaching for her lover's belt.