Lesbian Triangles #11

She finds the note, simple and direct. Prize waiting in the back room. When Elexis pushes through the door Janet is already stretched across the chaise, wrists bound behind her back, ankles spread and fastened to the iron frame. Linen ropes dig into flushed skin. Janet watches her enter, lips parted, nipples tight. Elexis crosses the room slowly, trailing her fingertips over Janet’s hip, down her belly, stopping just above her bare, already glistening cunt. Janet jerks at the contact and Elexis smiles, small and sharp. She sinks to her knees between those parted thighs, exhales warm air across swollen folds, then drags the flat of her tongue once, slow and firm, from Janet’s opening to her aching clit. Janet gasps, hips bucking forward, and Elexis answers with another long lick before sealing her mouth around the swollen bud, sucking, tasting salt and sweat while Janet writhes, bound and open, the ropes creaking with each desperate twist.