Another 'fucked' up day for Stasia

Stasia called Inna to sort out her calendar, but they barely touched the first hour before Inna set her phone aside. Her hands slid under Stasia's thin top and found bare skin. Her fingertips circled Stasia's small breasts, thumbs brushing the hardening nipples. Stasia's mouth parted, and the rest of her afternoon plans slipped away. They kissed open-mouthed on the sofa, tongues sliding, soft sounds filling the quiet room. Shirts came off. Inna leaned in, sucked each nipple into her mouth, bit gently. Then she eased Stasia onto her back, pulled down the sweatpants, spread her thighs, and licked between her folds in long, wet strokes. Stasia moaned, hips jerking. Moments later Inna rolled her over, parted her cheeks, and ran her tongue over Stasia's tight hole until she twitched and gasped. Inna reached for the dildo on the side table, slicked it, and worked it slowly inside Stasia's pussy while she kept licking the smaller opening. Stasia pushed back against every thrust, breath ragged, riding the toy until her legs shook. She pulled it free only to turn it on Inna, fucking her deep while Inna ground against her face. Later they lay tangled, lips red, thighs glistening, the calendar still open and forgotten.