Chapter 6

Jenna answered the door in a silk robe the color of champagne, barely tied, hair loose, barefoot. She looked like money and trouble and every fantasy Debbie had never admitted to having.

She barely made it through the door before Jenna pushed her against the wall, mouth hot and hungry, hands sliding under the sundress like they belonged there. The robe fell open. Jenna was naked underneath. Deep tan skin, full, heavy breasts with pale tan lines framing dark pink nipples that were already hard. Her slim waist giving way to hips that begged to be gripped. A neat landing strip above smooth, swollen lips that were already glistening.

Debbie groaned into the kiss, fingers digging into Jenna’s ass, pulling her closer. Her lips were soft and her tongue tasted like mint as it danced around Debbie’s mouth.

They stumbled to the bedroom, clothes hitting the floor in a trail. Jenna’s robe, Debbie’s dress and heels kicked off somewhere by the stairs. Jenna pushed her back onto the king-sized bed, sheets cool against Debbie’s heated skin, and crawled over her like a predator.

“Been thinking about this for a long time,” Jenna murmured, mouth trailing down Debbie’s throat, teeth grazing collarbone, tongue flicking over one nipple then the other until Debbie arched off the bed.

Jenna’s body was perfect: toned from Pilates and privilege, skin golden, breasts full and heavy, nipples tight and dark. Her stomach was flat with the faintest silver stretch marks that only made her sexier. Her pussy was smooth except for that perfect strip of jet-black hair, lips plump and slick. Her clit was huge and it was already peeking out like it was begging for attention.

She spread Debbie’s thighs wide, settled between them, and licked one long, slow stripe from entrance to clit that made Debbie’s hips jerk. Jenna hummed, pleased, and dove in like she was starving. Her tongue flat and broad, then pointed and merciless, sucking Debbie’s clit hard enough to make her scream. Two fingers sliding inside, curling, pumping, while her other hand pinched and twisted a nipple.

Debbie came hard and fast, back bowing off the bed, squirting across Jenna’s chin and neck.

Jenna laughed, licked her lips, and kept going, tongue fucking her through the aftershocks until Debbie was shaking, begging, tears in her eyes.

Then Jenna crawled up, straddled her face, and ground down slow.

Debbie tasted herself on Jenna’s thighs, then Jenna herself. She licked and sucked and finger-fucked until Jenna was riding her tongue like a woman possessed, hands fisted in Debbie’s hair, hips rolling, voice breaking on every moan.

They switched, and switched again. Toys came out — a thick strap-on, a double-ended dildo, a wand that made them both see stars. Minutes became hours as they both became covered in sweat, spit, and cum. Jenna on her back, Debbie fisting her hard and deep while Jenna squirted across the sheets. Debbie on all fours, Jenna behind her with the strap-on, relentlessly pounding her ass.

They came countless times until they couldn’t move, collapsed in a tangle of limbs and sheets that smelled like sex and expensive perfume.