Lessons In Anal Part Three: Mommies United

Phoenix Marie admits she's wanted Cherie DeVille for three years. The blonde walks into the kitchen and confesses her accounts have been frozen, that there's no money to pay the woman standing before her. Phoenix feels heat rise behind her eyes; she’s done too much work to walk away with nothing. Cherie’s hands move to her own blouse. Buttons give. The fabric parts to reveal a red bra of sheer lace, and the tight rose point of her nipple pushes against it. Phoenix stares openly. “I’ll talk to my husband,” Cherie says quietly. “You’ll be taken care of.” One more button opens. A fingertip traces the lace trim. Phoenix steps forward. Cherie leans back against the counter. Their hips meet. The kitchen clock ticks above them, steady as the blood pounding between Phoenix’s legs. She lifts the lace, takes Cherie’s nipple between her lips, tastes it—salt and breath and the quick, desperate sound Cherie makes in her throat. Money never crosses her mind again.