Tongue In Cheek #03, Scene #04

Abigail Mac has a body made for trouble. Tonight she pours herself into one of Samantha's dresses, the black fabric stretching tight over her heavy tits and round ass. She knocks once on the dressing room door and steps inside like she knows exactly what she's offering. Samantha Saint looks her up and down, then turns and braces both hands on the vanity. The woman is tall, legs for days, ass full and heart-shaped. She doesn't say hello. She simply hooks two fingers into the thong between her cheeks and peels it aside. "Show me you want the job," Samantha says, calm as if they're still talking numbers. Abigail drops to her knees. Her breath warms Samantha's skin first, then her tongue follows—slow, wet circles pressed flat against the older woman's asshole. She licks the way a woman licks when she has something to prove. Soft. Thorough. Unhurried. Each stroke drags deeper, tongue pushing, tasting, worshipping the tight, faintly sweet pucker until Samantha's thighs tense and her breathing turns heavier. Samantha spreads wider. Abigail shifts lower, mouth sliding to the slick cunt already damp from attention. She parts the swollen lips with her tongue, laps at the warm salt-sweet taste of it, then returns to the asshole again—lapping, pushing, moaning low like she's the one getting serviced. She doesn't rush. She works the two holes in steady rhythm, tongue teasing, lips pressing close, jaw aching from the effort and loving it. Samantha glances down at the young brunette kneeling behind her. Her mouth curves, satisfied. The room smells like expensive perfume and sex. Abigail stays on her knees, dutiful, tongue flicking and pressing, greedy for every reaction she can earn. Whatever it takes to keep this job—she's willing to give it all.