Erin had a fine sheen of sweat coating her arms and neck, subtly reflecting the overhead lighting as they seemed to rest between workouts. Her hips rolled as she ground herself into the lips pleasuring her. “Oh, what the fuck,” Helen gasped and fell back on the bed, her hands gathering most of Bobbi’s hair, and I couldn’t tell whether she was holding the younger woman in place or trying to pull her lips off Helen’s overstimulated folds. They asked a lot of questions about who I worked for, where I was going, etc. “Will Erin be there?”
“Yes,” I replied, making a change to Bobbi’s collar. “What was that for? God… sex had no right to be this good. Maybe she expected me to make a pass at her. The elevator doors rolled open, displaying my foyer/living room.
