Switch: Awakening

Kenna still gets wet when she thinks about Dana. The older woman would pull up in her truck, window down, asking if she’d told anyone about their little secret. Kenna never had the guts. She wanted it too much. One afternoon Dana parked in front of her own place and nodded to the backseat. Kenna climbed in, already soaking, ass up on the leather. Dana reached back, worked two fingers into her and spanked her hard enough to leave handprints. The slaps came quick, mean, until Kenna’s thighs shook and she started begging without saying a word. Dana got out first. Kenna followed, knees loose. Inside the house it got slower. Dana stripped her, pushed her onto the couch, and touched her just long enough to make her almost come before pulling away. Again and again. Kenna’s cunt clenched around nothing, slick down her thighs, until Dana finally cupped her and let her pulse apart in her palm. Kenna tried to give back—licking, riding Dana’s thigh, doing whatever she was told—but Dana just watched, smirking, like she’d already known how this would end.