Lesbian Homemade

She swallowed hard, her breath hitching as she clicked on one, then another, her disgust morphing into something far more primal. Kayla stepped onto the stage, the spotlight blinding her as she looked out at the crowd. When they had finished with her, she left the club, her body bruised and exhausted, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She parked in the lot, her eyes scanning the other cars, her breath coming in short gasps. And she loved every minute of it. She melted into him, her body pressing against his, her hands fumbling with his belt, his zipper, desperate to feel him, to taste him. Kayla’s fingers froze over the keyboard as she stared at the screen, her mouth agape. She turned, her back to the crowd, and looked over her shoulder, her eyes locking with Marcus’s.