Web Exclusive, Scene 1239 Persia Monir Sadie Michaels

Persia and Sadie sat nursing their drinks, the low hum of conversation weaving between them. Glasses clicked on wood. Sadie said something that made Persia’s mouth curve. They climbed the stairs without speaking much after that. Once the door clicked shut Persia pinned Sadie with her gaze. “Have you ever been with a woman?” she asked. The question hung. Sadie’s breath caught. Persia closed the space. Her fingers traced the open neck of Sadie’s blouse, parting the fabric slowly. The room smelled faintly of wine and Sadie’s perfume. Persia leaned in, lips brushing the tender hollow beneath Sadie’s ear. “I want you,” she whispered. Sadie shivered. With practiced ease Persia unbuttoned the blouse, revealing warm skin, the swell of breasts rising beneath thin cotton. She pressed close, one thigh sliding between Sadie’s. Kisses deepened—hot, lingering. Persia licked into Sadie’s mouth while her hands slipped under the skirt, gliding over smooth thighs until they met damp heat. Sadie gasped, legs opening instinctively. Persia cupped her through the cotton, thumb stroking the soaked center, slow and sure. She pushed the fabric aside, sinking two fingers into velvet, pumping in a rhythm that left Sadie clutching at her shoulders. Persia’s own breath grew ragged, her breasts brushing Sadie’s as their hips rolled together. Clothing fell. Persia eased Sadie onto the bed and slid down her body, tongue tracing a slick path between parted thighs. She licked and sucked until Sadie trembled, thighs clamping against Persia’s head. Persia's fingers stayed buried deep, drawing out slick, trembling pulses. When Sadie came it rolled over her in waves; Persia rode every one, never letting up until Sadie lay gasping. Persia lifted her glistening mouth, crawled up to kiss Sadie with the taste of her own pleasure, their bodies slick and still hungry for more.