samira offering to sleep with cassie if it’ll make her stop fucking talking about getting laid at work. she can’t do her job if she’s imagining cassie sweaty and breathless and moaning
what she hadn’t anticipated was that cassie was much more interested in doing the fucking rather than getting fucked. had eaten samira out, knelt at her feet, barely through the door to cassie’s apartment. then samira straddling cassie on the sofa, cassie working three of her fingers inside of her
and now, cassie railing her from behind, and samira’s so fucked out, cheek dragging along the bedsheets with each thrust, she thinks she might actually be drooling a little, and behind her, cassie gripping at her, pounding into her sensitive cunt, panting needed this, shit samira, look at you, no idea how bad i needed this
