Mia’s apartment still hummed with the steam from her shower when the door clicked open. Lauren stood there, bag thudding to the floor like a challenge. Mia clutched her towel tighter, vanilla and strawberry scents swirling between them as guilt twisted in her gut—why should she feel anything for the hands that had touched her last night? She was single, damn it. More than single.
“You never liked him,” Mia shot back, her voice sharp as she took one deliberate step closer. “That doesn’t make you right about everything.”
Lauren’s laugh was low and cutting. “Johnny’s obsessed with you, Mia. Blackmailing me to stay away? Real prince. You always open the door for the wrong people.”
Mia’s bare feet betrayed her, inching forward until the heat of Lauren’s body mixed with the damp air. “And you’re the right one? The one who vanishes when things get messy?”
“Messy is my specialty,” Lauren murmured, eyes raking over the towel. “But you’re dripping wet and pretending it’s just from the shower. Horny much?”
Mia didn’t flinch. Strong women didn’t. She grabbed Lauren’s shirt, yanking her in. “Talk less, prove more.” Their lips crashed—hard, needed, no meek hesitation. The towel slipped, pooling at their feet, leaving Mia bare and unashamed.
Lauren’s hands roamed, gripping Mia’s ass as they stumbled toward the couch. “Your pussy’s already wet for me,” she teased between kisses, fingers sliding through slick folds. Mia moaned, panting, “And your cock’s hard under those jeans—strap it on and show me.” Lauren grinned wickedly, shedding clothes to reveal the harnessed cock, thick and ready.
Mia dropped to her knees, giving a teasing blowjob that had Lauren groaning, hips thrusting. “Fuck, that mouth.” Sweat beaded on their skin as Mia stood, pushing Lauren down. She straddled her, pussy dripping onto the cock before sinking down with a shared gasp. They moved in rhythm—hard, fast—Lauren’s fingers circling Mia’s clit while Mia rode, ass slapping against thighs.
“Deeper,” Mia demanded, strong and in control. Lauren flipped them, pounding into her dripping pussy until Mia came with a cry, cum slick between them. Panting and sweating, they chased another peak, bodies tangled in explosive heat as Johnny’s knock echoed forgotten outside.
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