Choose To Lose Control 3

Tiffany walks back in still buzzing from her studio session, the kind that leaves your thighs sore and your grin permanent. She grabs Micky Muffin and spills every dirty detail while they sit on the couch, legs tangled, breath already getting heavy. Micky’s dark hair’s falling in her eyes and she can’t stop shifting because the story has her soaked. She tells Micky she’s booking her own trip tomorrow with Steve Q and she needs to know how it feels to give up every shred of control. Micky listens, tongue sliding across her lower lip, big tits heaving under her thin top. She says she’s ready and they both picture Steve Q standing over them, fingers sliding deep, making them beg. They keep talking while Micky’s hand drifts between her own thighs, slow circles turning into quick, wet strokes. Tiffany watches her friend’s face flush, leans in and runs her tongue over one stiff nipple through the fabric, just enough to taste the heat. Then Micky drops to her knees, unzips Tiffany, and licks her open, sucking on her clit like she’s starving. Her mouth’s loud and messy, spit running down Tiffany’s ass. Tiffany’s fingers knot in Micky’s hair, pulling her deeper until her whole body locks up and she comes hard, thighs shaking around Micky’s head. Before the tremors fade, Micky is up on the couch, spreading wide so Tiffany can bury two fingers inside her, pumping fast while her thumb works that swollen clit. Micky’s tits bounce with every thrust. She arches back, moaning filthy, begging for Steve’s cock next. Tiffany smiles, drives her fingers harder, and promises they’ll both be used exactly the way they crave.