Sweet Distraction

Brandy was deep in conversation when Zafira walked in. Barely dressed, the brunette looked like trouble in the best way. Brandy tried to stay focused on the call, but her eyes kept drifting. Those heavy tits. That soft skin. She cut the call short. When she turned, Zafira was already on her, hungry and thankful. Her mouth found Brandy’s fast. Hot. Open. The kind of kiss that doesn’t ask permission. Brandy pulled her closer, hands slipping over bare hips, then higher. She cupped those full tits, thumbs brushing stiff nipples. Zafira moaned into her mouth and pressed closer, legs parting without a word. Brandy’s hand slid lower, fingers brushing slick heat. Zafira gasped and rocked forward. She wanted more. Brandy gave it to her. Two fingers pushed inside, slow and deep. Zafira’s breath caught. She rode them, hips rolling, tits bouncing with every movement. Brandy watched her. Blonde hair falling over one shoulder, eyes locked on her girl. Zafira’s fingers dug into her back. She was close. Brandy curled her fingers and pressed her thumb to that swollen clit. One hard rub and Zafira came, gasping into Brandy’s mouth, thighs shaking. She didn’t stop. Not yet. Brandy kept her fingers buried deep, coaxing every last shudder from the brunette’s body.