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Brenda allowed Joan to guide her face along her cunt for a few more blissful moments before Joan barked at her, “on your feet! Now!” Joan released her hair, and she sat back on her knees and took a moment to catch her breath.
Joan’s dark eyes followed Brenda as she stood on wobbling legs and awaited Joan’s next instruction. She licked her lips and allowed her gaze to linger on Brenda’s painfully erect nipples through her old band t-shirt. “Take that off,” she husked.
Brenda expediently peeled it from her, exposing her full breasts and diamond-hard nipples. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and slipped her thumbs into her lounge bottoms. “May I?” she asked, fluttering her eyelashes for good measure.
“Yes. You may.”
Brenda shoved them down her hips and stepped out of the offending material, exposing her long legs and clearly-wet curls to her wife’s hungry gaze. Joan groaned aloud at the sight of her wife’s evident arousal. She shifted on the sofa to make room for Brenda.
“Get over here, now,” she commanded.
Brenda descended to her knees, arms curled around the back of the sofa, she widened her legs apart and threw a coquettish look at her wife. “Now what?” she husked.
Joan was on her in a flash. She kneeled between her wife’s spread legs from behind, latched onto Brenda’s neck with her mouth, and pressed her breasts against her back. Her hands raked up and down her wife’s sides, teasing her hips, her slight belly as she rolled her hips against Brenda’s pert bottom. “Are you so easily aroused, Brenda? That I cannot complete a simple crossword puzzle without you seducing me?” Joan hummed against her wife’s neck.
“Sure am,” Brenda grunted. She leaned back against Joan’s possessive affection and gasped as her teeth worried the length of her neck.
One of Joan’s hands slipped between Brenda’s legs to cup her dripping sex. “Such a needy little thing,” she moaned. Her fingers spread Brenda’s flower open for her exploration.
“That’s right, baby. Gimmie what I need,” Brenda lipped as she dipped her hips lower, hoping to increase the friction of Joan’s delicate touch against her heated flesh.
Joan withdrew her fingers to snap her wrist against Brenda’s cunt. “What you need is to learn some patience,” Joan hissed.
“Yeah, yeah!” Brenda babbled as Joan cupped her stinging sex again.
Joan nosed her way down Brenda’s neck, across her strong, sturdy shoulder. She loved the display of strength that Brenda had here, loved how secure she felt, head pillowed against this very structure. Her tongue flicked out to greet the smattering of moles across Brenda’s back and she felt Brenda’s cunt quiver against her hand.
“C’mon, darlin! Give it to me,” Brenda whined. She rubbed herself unashamedly against Joan’s hand, gasping against the cool gold of Joan’s wedding band, intercepting with her liquid heat.
Joan brought her other hand up to grasp Brenda’s throat and hold it firmly in her grasp. “Ah. You will learn patience, my darling brat,” she warned.
Held at both ends by her wife’s gorgeous hands, Brenda mewled, “pleeeease. Please?!”
Joan’s lips continued across Brenda’s upper back. She grinned against the scratches that she’d left between Brenda’s shoulder blades just the other night. When Brenda had stepped into their strap, pinned Joan down on the bed, and pounded into her until she screamed. “I want to enjoy you and this luscious little troublemaker,” she whispered as she parted Brenda’s sticky folds again. Her middle finger lazily dipped into Brenda’s wetness and she sighed as she took her time tracing over her wife’s gorgeous cunt.
“Fucking tease!” Brenda gasped. Her already-raspy voice was that much more intensified due to the grip that Joan had on her throat.
“My filthy girl. Always so fucking insatiable, aren’t you, my darling?” Joan asked, as sweet as can be, while she teased along Brenda’s clit.
“Yes!” Brenda sobbed. She tried to buck her hips against Joan’s hand, but Joan’s Venusian hips pinned her hard against the back of the sofa.
“Always begging for it,” Joan hissed. She brought her finger down to dip into Brenda’s core.
“Yes! Fuck, yes!”
“Is there anything else ever on that filthy mind of yours? Other than all the many ways you wish for us to debase ourselves?” Joan drawled.
“Nah. Not much else worth thinking about,” Brenda sassed.
Joan sunk her single finger into Brenda’s cunt. “Dirty girl. You’d let me take you like this, no matter where we were. Wouldn’t you?” She brought her mouth up to Brenda’s cheek, flicked her tongue against the shell of her ear.
“You know I would,” Brenda growled. Her cunt tightened around Joan’s finger, begging for more.
“Tell me,” Joan commanded. And she brought two more of her fingers to her wife’s weeping sex.
“I’d - FUCK!” Brenda cried out as Joan filled her with all three of her fingers.
“You’d fuck? Yes, do elaborate, Brenda,” Joan teased. She pressed the palm of her hand up against Brenda’s stiff clit.
Brenda reached behind them with one hand and grabbed a handful of Joan’s firm arse. She pulled Joan closer to her and growled, “Last Thursday. You had to work late to cover the staff shortage.”
“Yes?” Joan husked as she pumped her fingers up and into her wife’s sticky sex.
“Betcha you wanted to rail me with our piece instead of patrolling the hallways of the prison,” Brenda moaned. “But what if you coulda done both?”
Joan pistoned her fingers into Brenda even harder. She growled against her wife and rubbed herself against Brenda’s pert bottom; this was a fantasy that delighted them both, equally.
“Oh fuuuuck,” Brenda mewled as Joan railed her. “So you’re wearing our leather strap. Marching down the corridors in those sexy uniform pants of yours. And I’m working late too. We pass each other in the hallway, and I can see the strap in your pants. I can see how fucking hot you are. So I lift my skirt up, turn around, and put my hands against the wall,” Brenda gasped.
“More, tell me more,” Joan growled. She slammed her hips against Brenda’s arsecheek, pummeled into her dripping sex.
“You unzip your pants, pull it out, and fuck me against the prison wall. Just like this!” Brenda cried out.
Joan could feel Brenda’s cunt tightening around her fingers, could feel the arousal flowing into the palm of her hand. “Dirty girl,” she snarled as she climbed towards a second orgasm of her own, rutting against her wife’s firm arse.
“Uh huh. But you’re just as dirty, my love. You get off on fucking me like you own me.”
“Mine!” Joan growled as she thrust into Brenda even harder.
“All yours, baby,” Brenda agreed. Her neck strained against Joan’s hand. Her own hand dug harder into Joan’s arse, spurring her on. “And you’re all mine!”
Joan sunk her teeth into Brenda’s shoulder and howled out her release.
“Fuck…that’s it…come for me…oh FUCK!” Brenda roared as her own cunt spasmed deliciously all around Joan’s long, thrusting digits. Joan’s hand loosened its grip along her throat and Brenda sagged back against her wife, gasping out as the last of her orgasm rippled through her.
Joan’s kisses became tender, caring. She checked Brenda’s neck to ensure that she hadn’t held on too tight or for too long, then gathered Brenda in her arms and kissed all along her neck and cheeks.
“I wish I could live out that fantasy with you,” she murmured against Brenda’s thrumming pulse.
“Heh. Me too, love.” They separated long enough for them to lay down on their sides, curled up, face to face. Brenda’s thumb moved in delicate little circles across Joan’s cheek. “Though maybe it’s for the best that we can’t.”
“Oh?” Joan arched a brow in amusement.
“Mmhmm. Imagine if someone saw what you can do with a strap? Ugh, I’d have to fight those bitches to get them away from you.”
Joan buried her face against Brenda’s neck and laughed, “you would have to do no such thing.”
Brenda rubbed her hands up and down her wife’s back, pecked the crown of her head and said, “wanna order in tonight? I think we earned ourselves a bit of a lazy evening. Hmm?”
Joan wrapped her arms around her wife’s waist and sighed happily, “you’ve read my mind.”