From Friend Zone To End Zone

Lindsey can't stop watching Kasha's mouth when she talks. She's wanted her for months, but every touch, every invitation, ends with Kasha leaning back and laughing like they're sisters. Tonight, though, the conversation drifts. Kasha sighs over the table and admits no one seems willing to give her what she needs, not properly, not deep in her ass where she wants it. Lindsey swallows hard. Offers. Flat out. Kasha blinks, color rising fast in her cheeks. She had no idea Lindsey had been circling her all this time, ready. Once that door cracks open, everything spills through. They stand. They kiss. Lindsey's hands are already slipping under the hem of Kasha's skirt, gripping the smooth curve of her ass, pulling her tight against her hips. Kasha moans low when Lindsey's tongue sweeps her neck. They stumble toward the bedroom, clothing dropped in careless piles on the floor. Lindsey spreads Kasha open on the sheets, fingers slick with lube, working slow circles around that tight hole until it softens and yields. She pushes two fingers in first, feels Kasha clench and then relax, hips rolling back for more. Lindsey lines up behind her, cock pressing against the slick entrance, inch by careful inch until she's buried to the root. Kasha gasps, fists twisting in the sheets. The rhythm builds, sharp and wet, every thrust making her cry out louder. Lindsey's hand finds Kasha's clit, rubbing fast circles as she drives deeper, filling her again and again until Kasha's legs shake and her orgasm hits hard, muscles fluttering tight around the cock still buried inside her.