What Makes Me Different?

                                    

                                          
Carla hovered above the band of her underwear, her teeth playing with the material while she maintain eye contact with the cop.
"Was she any good Thea?"
"I don't know what you want me to say. She took instruction."
"Is that what I do baby? Follow instruction?" She took her shirt off, her lacy bra see through enough the taller woman didn't bother trying to remove it. Negotiating Thea's trousers and underwear down her legs, Carla straddled her and leant on her arms bringing their foreheads together.
"You don't need instruction baby, you know how to turn me on." The cops fingers trailed down the younger woman's torso leaving a path of goosebumps.
Carla pulled away from her and leant up on her knees, leaning back to give the cop a better view as she moved her sopping wet thong to the side, her fingers dipped to coat the rest of her center with lubrication, she knew how Thea was visually turned on. Lowering herself down, their naked wet sex slid together, the pressure causing both woman to groan deeply.
"Do you wish I was her right now?" Her hips travelled in circular motions, simultaneously grinding down on the woman below her.
"Fuck no baby, I only want you." She groaned and arched her hips to gain more friction when Carla suddenly stopped riding her.
"What makes me different from her huh?"
"Your a dirty bitch." Thea gave the younger woman her sexiest smile but it wasn't enough to remove her fiancee's pout. "And I fucking love you!" 
The cop dug her nails into Carla's hips and forced her to continue moving up against her. The younger woman relented, smirking as she gave her what she wanted, her hands travelled to her breasts that bounced firmly with every thrust of their bodies, lost in her own pleasure she pinched her nipples and bit her lip to stop from crying out. 
Thea looked up at her, watching her like that, lost in pleasure almost sent her over the edge.
The familiar stir of her orgasm began in her lower stomach while the young woman rode her wildly and she gave up on trying to fight it.
"Fuck, fucking hell don't stop, I'm so close baby."
Carla leant back on her hands, lifting herself off of Thea suddenly but giving her a sight to behold none the less.
"You can't do this to me for the second time tonight." The cops voice was stern and unforgiving.
"Do you really think I'd have teased you earlier if I knew there was a blonde here who can't keep her hands of you?" Carla rubbed their bodies together as she repositioned, hovering over her fiancées face teasingly.
All Thea could think about was craning her neck and stretching her tongue just to get a taste of her fiancée who straddled her face so confidently. Carla caught onto her thoughts quickly and climbed off in one quick movement, eliciting a disappointed groan from her lover.
"Don't play with me! Do you really think I'd touch her again now I have you? Come on baby, you know I only want you."
"That's what I was hoping you'd say." She climbed back on, this time facing the opposite way and ran her tongue down the length of Thea's body, eventually burying her head between those long legs.
Thea loved 69ing and was determined to be teased no longer, she pushed her tongue deep inside her fiancée causing her to groan gutturally. Carla was sticky from earlier but tasted just as sweet as she always did. The younger woman's tongue ran frantically over the cops slick folds, applying pressure to spots she knew drove her crazy.
"Does that feel good baby?" Carla paused to catch her breath but Thea had gone over the edge, she had one thing on her mind right now and her fiancée taking that tongue away infuriated her. She pressed Carla shoulders back down between her legs, her knee came up and trapped the younger woman's head in place. She smacked her ass, encouraging her to go faster, the feeling of having complete control was simultaneously making her lose it.