Backstage at a music show Sana sees a cute blonde who looks very flustered. She’s met her before. Jinsoul, she recalls. Noticing Jinsoul’s painfully obvious buldge, Sana swiftly strides her way to whisper in her ear “I see you have a very big problem, you mind if I help?” Jinsoul shudders at the hot breath by her ear and slowly nods. Next thing she knows she’s pushed in the nearest dressing room with Sana’s eager mouth on hers, sliding her hand down her pants.
She knows she shouldn't, but she's so hard, she can barely think about anything else. Jinsoul can't help but buck her hips into the hand that was cupping and stroking her, Sana's giggles only making her want to whine.
"If I had known about this sooner, I probably would have come after you much sooner." Sana's words were like music to her ears, and Jinsoul tilted her neck beach, exposing more skin for the older woman to stain with lipstick, the both were going to need to touch up their make up afterwards.
"I'm so close, please..."
"You're so polite." Sana purred, speeding up her hand, enjoying the way she was able to make Jinsoul melt. "Might have to keep you just to myself. Do you mind that, puppy?"
Jinsoul just nodded, she was close to tears, she was so close, and then her climax hit, coating Sana's hand in her release, as she pumped everything out of her. Her knees felt weak, she thought she was going to crumple to the floor, but Sana was supporting her, whispering praise and telling her how happy she was that she made a mess of her hand.
Even going as far as to lick her fingers clean when she knew Jinsoul was watching her.