Opposites Attract

Sally never wasted time on the goody-two-shoes roommate who begged her every weekend to stuff envelopes for some soup kitchen. But Lexi stopped asking and started proving a point. One drizzly Tuesday she dropped to her knees in Sally’s doorway, yanked the sweatpants to her ankles, and drove her tongue straight up the wet crease already glistening between Sally’s thighs. "So fucking sweet," Lexi growled, her diction slipping into something filthy. Sally’s knees shook when that righteous mouth sealed around her clit and sucked, hard. Lexi’s fingers spread her open, two of them plunging in with a slick, hungry rhythm that matched each obscene lap. Sally came with one sharp cry, her juices slick on Lexi’s chin, while the rain tapped at the glass like applause.