A Lesson In Being Cool

Gal's sitting on the couch when Adria walks in, and her breath catches. Adria's just come from the shower, towel barely hanging on, drops sliding down her chest. Gal tries to play it cool. She leans back, legs apart like she's done this before. Adria sees straight through her. Smirks. Drops the towel. She moves in slow, and Gal freezes. Adria's fingers trace the swell of her own heavy breasts, watching how Gal's eyes follow every shift. Then Adria reaches for Gal. Pulls her close. Gal's hands hover, uncertain, until Adria places them right where she wants them. Adria kisses her neck, then lower, teasing Gal's nipple with her tongue until it tightens. Gal's still trying to act like she's done this, but her hips won't stop moving. Adria slides two fingers between her legs, finds her wet, and grins. She works Gal open with steady strokes, thumb circling her clit. Gal's head tips back. Adria keeps talking, low and filthy, telling her what comes next. She brings her mouth down, licks into her, and Gal moans like she can't help it. Then Adria's hand moves lower. She presses a slick finger against Gal's ass. Gal tenses, but Adria doesn't rush. She works in slow, patient, until the muscle gives and her finger slides inside. Gal gasps at the stretch, but she pushes back for more. Adria adds another finger, fucks her with both hands now, one buried in her cunt, the other buried deeper still. Gal comes hard, shaking, and Adria keeps her there until she's wrung out and gasping. She kisses Gal's shoulder, lazy now, like they've got all night.