Lesbian Legal #02

Payton wanted the dirt on the trade. She called Michelle and Michelle showed up. The lamp lit the cheap paneling and the sheets were already half off the bed when Payton pulled her in. They kissed hard. Michelle's dress dropped. Payton peeled out of hers. Her panties followed. She was shaking a little. Then Michelle laid her back and went to work. Her mouth was hot, direct, thorough. Payton clutched at her hair and bit her lip. The first orgasm made her shoulders jerk. The second tore a raw sound from her throat. Sweat shone on her stomach. Michelle climbed on top, knees bracketing her ribs, and rode her hand until the knuckles shone. They switched. Payton got on her knees and licked like she meant it. Michelle braced on the wall and fucked her mouth until her thighs trembled and her breath hitched. They didn't stop. Payton lay back again, legs wide, and Michelle fucked her with two fingers, steady and deep. Every thrust drove the headboard against the drywall in one dull, steady slam. Paint flecked the carpet. The moans carried down the hall. Downstairs, the night clerk paused at the vent and listened. He called the cops before the last aftershock finished rolling through Payton's spine.