Just a few beverages....

A few drinks were all it took. Cayenne and I locked eyes, the air thick between us, and we knew the night needed more. Heat rose fast. She leaned in, lips parting, and I met her halfway. Blonde hair spilled over my shoulder as our mouths opened, tongues slow and hungry. My hand slid down her back, found the curve of her ass, pulled her closer. She pressed against me, breasts brushing mine, nipples already tight. We stripped fast. Skin on skin. She dropped to her knees first, tongue flicking over my pussy, wet and eager. I moaned, hips rolling into her mouth. Then I pulled her up, spread her thighs, and buried my face between them. She tasted sweet, slick, every lick drawing a gasp. We took turns, fingers deep, mouths greedy. When she climbed on top, I let her ride my thigh, grinding hard, chasing it. She came loud, body shaking. I followed right after, her fingers working me until I broke. We didn’t stop. We just kept going.