Field of Schemes #08

Juliana Jolene has Bobbi Starr bent over the edge of the worn oak table, fingers buried deep between her thighs. Sweat glistens on Bobbi’s lower back as Juliana works her with slow, deliberate strokes that leave nothing hidden. The pages Juliana came for lay scattered across the floor, forgotten. Bobbi’s breath hitches each time Juliana curls her fingers, hips jerking forward in search of more. She gasps when Juliana adds a second hand, the steady pressure coaxing fresh wetness down her thighs. Legs trembling, Bobbi spreads wider, giving Juliana room to work faster. A string of low, helpless sounds escapes her mouth while Juliana keeps her pinned with one firm palm at the base of her spine. It’s rhythmic and relentless, nothing gentle about it. The last clear thought Juliana manages is how good it feels to watch Bobbi fall apart over the very paper she refused to hand over.