Pussy In Boots

Blake Blossom had her afternoon scripted. Legs up on the ottoman. Moisturizer between her palms. Slow circles that left her skin catching the light. The knock stopped her cold. She found Gizelle Blanco standing on the mat in nothing but a pair of tall black boots and a flush that reached her collarbones. The key had been left on the kitchen counter, the door shut anyway. Seven months of mailboxes and casual waves, now this. Blake held the door wider without a word. Inside, the living room felt too small. Gizelle leaned against the arm of the couch, arms loose at her sides, nipples drawn tight from the change in air. Her hips tilted forward the way a woman tilts when she knows she is being looked at and is already liking it. Blake stepped between those boots and went to her knees like a decision had already been made. She spread Gizelle with both thumbs, tongue flat and slow at first, then curling deeper when she tasted how ready Gizelle already was. Gizelle’s hand found the back of her head, gentle at first, then gripping when Blake sucked her clit between her lips and stayed there until Gizelle’s thighs started to shake. The strap-on stayed in the hall closet, deep red silicone, already fastened to leather harness. Blake buckled it one-handed, spat on her palm, and slicked the length. She bent Gizelle over the couch cushion, boots still planted, ass presented. The first thrust pushed a sharp sound out of Gizelle’s throat. The second made her rise onto her toes. Blake found a rhythm that forced every exhale into something close to begging, hips snapping hard enough to make leather slap skin. She reached under, fingers on Gizelle’s clit, kept the pace ruthless and steady until Gizelle came with her face pressed into the throw pillow and both hands fisted in the fabric. When Blake finally pulled out, the silicone glistened and Gizelle’s legs trembled inside the boots like she might not trust them to hold her weight. The locksmith was still twenty minutes away. Blake smiled against the back of Gizelle’s neck and told her the afternoon was far from finished.