Taken

Veronica Leal sits in the half-dark bedroom, her red hair loose and heavy over one shoulder. The Colombian girl still loves Zazie Skymm, but the memory of the cheating won’t let her rest. Every time she closes her eyes she sees it: Zazie on her back, legs open, that blonde head buried between them—only the blonde is Christina, not Veronica. The picture makes her flush with anger and heat all at once. She stands, walks to the wardrobe, and opens the door. Zazie is waiting inside, wrists tied above her head with a soft belt, blue eyes bright, nipples already tight in the cool air. Her natural breasts rise and fall quick. Veronica studies her for a long moment, then reaches between the bound girl’s thighs. Two fingers slide straight into wet heat. Zazie’s hips jerk, and Veronica smiles, slow and sharp. She works her fingers deeper, curls them until Zazie whimpers. The redhead adds her thumb, circling the swollen clit in tight, mean strokes. When Zazie starts to shake, Veronica eases the same slick fingers lower, pressing at the tight ring of muscle below. One slow push and the tip sinks in. Zazie moans into the dark. Veronica leans close, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “You don’t come until I say.” She keeps both hands busy, one buried in Zazie’s cunt, the other easing past the ring of muscle, fucking her with steady, unhurried rhythm. Every few thrusts she stops just to feel the pulse around her fingers. Zazie’s breath turns ragged. Sweat beads between her breasts. Veronica watches every twitch, every shiver, the skin of the blonde turning pink under her grip. When Zazie is dripping down her wrist and begging, Veronica withdraws just enough to press the head of a small glass toy against the loosened entrance. She eases it inside—slow, relentless—until the toy sits snug and full. With the toy seated deep, she returns her fingers to the front, sliding back into Zazie’s cunt. Two fingers, then three, stretching, stroking, until the blonde is shaking so hard the wardrobe rattles. Only then does Veronica allow it. “Now.” Zazie comes with a choked cry, cunt and ass clenching around Veronica’s hands and the toy. The redhead keeps moving through every pulse, dragging the orgasm out until Zazie sags against the belts, spent and glistening. Veronica steps back, studies the wreck she’s made, and finally reaches up to untie her wrists. Zazie slides down into her arms, still trembling. Veronica kisses her temple once, almost gentle, then pulls the wardrobe door closed behind them both.