Lesbian Triangles #04

Tara finds time to kill. Marina finds her ready. She presses Tara against the suite door the moment they step inside, her mouth working over Tara's neck, hands sliding straight beneath the hem of her dress. Tara gasps at the contact, hips jerking, but there's no pause. Marina works two fingers along the wet edge of silk and then pushes the fabric aside, sliding in smooth and deep. Tara's cunt clenches hard. Her breath catches, the sound loud in her own ears, and Marina smiles at that. No teasing left. Two fingers curl, fucking her with a steady rhythm while Marina's other hand works the zipper down the back of the dress. The fabric drops around her ankles. Tara stands in heels and nothing else, back to the door, legs spread. Marina drops to her knees. Her tongue drags up the slick seam, tasting her, lips closing over the swollen clit with a slow pull that makes Tara cry out. The sound turns into a long moan when Marina adds a third finger, the stretch deliberate and full. She works deep, tongue flicking with each thrust, drawing it out until Tara's thighs start to shake. Marina doesn't stop. She keeps her mouth sealed tight and fucks her through the first hard shudder. Tara's hand flies to the back of her head, gripping hair, holding her there until the second wave hits. Her knees buckle, but Marina's free hand grips the back of one thigh to keep her upright. Only when the aftershocks fade and Tara's breathing turns ragged does Marina rise. She wipes her mouth with the back of her wrist and gives Tara's raw cunt a last light stroke. "Again," she murmurs. "Room's ours till morning."