Far Away From The City

Tiffany Tatum checks into the quiet country house and tries to write. Her quiet is broken when Amirah Adara, the owner, steps into the room wearing nothing but a kitchen apron. A brief glimpse of bare skin and the round curve of a breast is enough to pull Tiffany’s attention from the page. Amirah sets a plate on the desk and walks away, leaving the apron string undone and her hips moving like a soft invitation. Later, dressed in the short black-and-white maid uniform, Amirah returns with a duster. She bends low, the hem riding high, and Tiffany can’t look away. Amirah straightens, meets her gaze, then drops to her knees between Tiffany’s open thighs. Her tongue finds the blonde’s small, pink nipple first, drawing slow circles, then slides lower, parting smooth lips with careful fingers. Two knuckles press inside, stroking in the same gentle rhythm her tongue uses on the swelling clit. Tiffany’s breath catches; her hips lift and settle, riding the steady pressure. The brunette’s mouth stays busy, licking broad and wet, sucking the tender bud, never stopping until Tiffany’s thighs tremble and a sharp, liquid release coats her tongue. Amirah keeps licking through the pulses, then crawls up, lips meeting lips, sharing the taste while slender fingers keep moving, drawing another slow crest from the woman beneath her. By the time they collapse, tangled and breathless, the city feels like another lifetime.