Blonde fun

Blond Cat stood barefoot on the cool tile, already wet from the thought of what she wanted. She looked at Odette with that direct, impatient stare. "I can't wait till tonight," she said. "I want it now." Odette didn't need persuading. The idea was plain and sensible—take the edge off before they left. She moved first, sliding her hand under Blond Cat's skirt, fingers parting the soft heat between her thighs. Blond Cat pushed forward into the touch, and Odette pressed harder, sliding two fingers through slickness, then in. The gasp came fast. Odette's free hand caught a breast through thin cotton, thumb circling the stiff nipple. Blond Cat answered by dropping to her knees, mouth finding Odette's cunt through silk underwear, breath hot, tongue pressing. Odette pulled the fabric aside, let the tongue reach bare skin. She rocked her hips, one hand twisted in blond hair, guiding the pressure. When Blond Cat stood again they kissed, mouths wet, tasting each other. Odette bent her over the edge of the table, worked three fingers in deep and fast while Blond Cat clutched the wood and came with a short, sharp cry. She stayed inside a moment longer, still moving, then pulled out slowly, leaving Blond Cat trembling but steadier. Odette licked her fingers clean. Ready now. The rest of the night could wait.