Lesbian Seductions #23 - Scene 1

She had walked the red carpet ten years earlier, the same eyes steady on her now. The bodice of her dress barely contained her breasts. Fabric hugged the curve of every rib, pinched tight beneath them. She felt her nipples brush silk each time she inhaled. Her mouth stayed half-open, breath shallow. Her hips tilted forward without thought, skirt riding high on her bare thighs. One heel slipped beneath her. She found the cold tiles instead, sole flexing against stone. Someone watched from the sofa. Watching turned into hunger turned into sound—low, male, half-laugh and half-warning. She dropped to her knees, wet mouth open wide, palm sliding over the hard length straining at his zipper. Saliva cooled on her tongue before she could swallow. She drew him out. Hot skin against her lower lip, salt, the head sliding over the center of her tongue. He pushed in until the back of her throat gave, then held her there. The gag pulled tears from her lashes, but her hand stayed steady, jerking what her mouth couldn’t take. When he pulled out, thick strands of spit trailed from her lips to his cock, catching in the low light, stretching, snapping. She tasted herself on his fingers next. They slid between her teeth, two knuckles deep, knuckles knocking her molars. He stepped behind her, the zipper of her dress whispering open. Cool air raised every fine hair on her back. He cupped one breast from behind, squeezing until the flesh spilled between his fingers, the nipple caught tight. She pressed her ass back. He lifted her skirt. Silk bunched at her waist. Underwear already damp where it rode against her cleft. He tore it aside, tore it, a quick rip of elastic and nothing else. Two fingers pushed inside, knuckles first. She rocked on them, thighs quivering. He bent, teeth catching the rim of her ear, breath loud against her skin. Another finger joined, and the stretch burned sweet. Her toes curled hard enough to cramp. He curved the fingers up, pressing the spot that made her cunt clench and flutter. She came once like that, hard enough her knees barked the floor. When he finally sank his cock into her, the walls were thin. Whoever lived across the hall would hear every wet slap of skin, every moan turned to curse. She didn’t care. Neither did he.