Mia’s eyes drifted to the bag thudding on the floor, guilt twisting in her gut like a cheap cocktail. She hated wanting Lauren to know there hadn’t been another woman last night—yet here she was, bare under a towel, the vanilla of her bodywash clashing with strawberry shampoo as Lauren stepped closer. Their bodies nearly brushed, the air thick with unfinished business.
“You never liked him,” Mia said, voice sharp, defensive. “That doesn’t make you right about Johnny.”
Lauren’s laugh was low, cutting. “Right? He blackmailed me to stay away from you, Mia. Obsessed doesn’t cover it. You’re good at opening doors for the wrong people.”
Mia’s feet betrayed her, inching forward. “And you’re the right one? The one who vanishes when things get messy?”
“Messy is my specialty,” Lauren shot back, eyes raking over the towel. “At least I don’t pretend I’m not dripping wet the second I see you.”
The words hit like a spark. Mia hated how true they were—how her pussy ached, how her skin flushed under Lauren’s gaze. She acted without thought, grabbing Lauren’s shirt and yanking her into a hard, hungry kiss. No softness, just need. Their mouths crashed, tongues battling wittily between breaths.
“Still think I’m the wrong person?” Mia panted against her lips, fingers tightening.
Lauren smirked, strong hands sliding down Mia’s back. “Prove it. Show me that ass isn’t just for show.” The towel loosened, slipping uselessly to the floor. Mia stood naked, nipples hard, body glistening.
Mia pushed Lauren against the wall, voice steady and commanding. “On your knees then. I want that clever mouth on my pussy before Johnny shows up and ruins everything.”
Lauren dropped without hesitation, tongue flicking over Mia’s wet, dripping folds. Mia moaned, gripping Lauren’s hair, hips grinding. “Fuck, yes—make me cum hard.” Lauren’s fingers teased her ass, slipping inside as she sucked Mia’s clit, building her to the edge.
Mia pulled Lauren up, stripping her shirt, both women sweating, panting, horny as hell. She shoved Lauren onto the bed, straddling her, grinding their slick bodies together. “Your turn for a blowjob,” Mia growled, sliding down to free Lauren’s hard cock—no, wait, this was all heat between them, fingers and tongues exploring every inch. Lauren’s pussy was soaked; Mia dove in, licking deep while fingering her ass, making Lauren buck and curse wittily.
“God, Mia, you’re dripping all over me—don’t stop till I cum screaming.” They tangled, legs locked, bodies slapping in urgent rhythm, building to explosive release as the clock ticked toward Johnny’s arrival.
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