Jo's new friend

Jo met this tiny thing at the bar, hair like silk and hips that curved like trouble. Blue Angel liked to tease. She pushed Jo back against cool sheets and spread her open, then slipped her tongue through slick heat with slow purpose. The lick of it sent a sharp jolt through Jo. Small hands held her thighs, fingers sinking in as if to anchor. She worked steadily, flattening her tongue, flicking fast, tasting every quiver. Every time she sucked Jo’s clit the world tilted a little further on its axis. Jo’s breath turned jagged, a soft, steady moan threading the quiet room. Blue Angel didn’t let up. She eased two fingers inside that small wet pussy, sliding deep in time with each steady stroke of her mouth. Juices coated her chin, sweet and warm. Jo’s hips bucked on reflex; Blue Angel just pressed her down again, grinning against swollen flesh. The push-pull of tongue and fingers drove her open, breathing in little white bursts. Another quick suck and Jo came hard, thighs clenched, pulse pounding the silk.