Come Get Me

Dillion Harper had waited all night. Energy pulsed through her while Tia Cyrus lay face-down, wrecked from hours of booze and laughter. Dillion climbed onto the bed and dropped her full weight. Tia jerked awake, breath sharp. Dillion knotted a silk blindfold over those pretty eyes and pressed her bare breasts into Tia’s waiting palms. The corner of Tia’s mouth curved up in lazy pleasure. Dillion slid backward, heels tapping tile, making Tia chase the scent of her skin through the hallway. In the second bedroom Dillion spun and caught Tia’s mouth. Fingers tugged clasps; Dillion’s bra dropped. Tia closed her lips over a hard nipple, tongue hot and greedy. Then Dillion pushed Tia onto the sheets, peeled the damp panties down smooth thighs, and spread her open. She licked slow circles around the swollen clit, teasing the ache, savoring each low whimper before sealing her mouth over the soaked slit. Juice slicked her chin. Tia writhed, hips tilting up for more. Dillion rose, swapped places, and dragged her own cunt across Tia’s tongue before she snatched the clear glass toy from the nightstand. The ridged shaft glistened with both girls’ spit, then disappeared inch by thick inch inside Tia’s shaved pussy. Dillion fucked her with steady strokes, thumb circling the clit until Tia’s thighs clenched and a raw cry broke from her throat. Wet and breathless, Tia returned the favor—two fingers deep, lips suctioned around Dillion’s tiny pink bud. Dillion’s breath stuttered. A moment later they twisted together, sixty-nine, tongues gliding over slick folds until every muscle seized, thighs trembling, a dual moan filling the room. Still grinning in the afterglow, Tia snatched the blindfold and slipped it over Dillion’s eyes, payback delivered with a soft laugh.