The brunette kept the movements colliding with her hand, full of will.

But it didn’t take long enough, at least, for Bette.

The blonde slowly diminished the despair of the strokes and brought again her lips to the mocha’s sex. And tasted it. She let her tongue -s-l-i-d- inside the art gallery owner´s hole.

“ Oh…T…”

Then, the producer stopped and introduced the cold cherry, slowly in her aperture.

First with the tip of her finger. A moment later, with the tip of her tongue.

“Wh…Ohhhh….G…o…d…”

“Spread your legs, babe…” The blonde told her and bite her left buttock. “More…” Tina sultry asked.

“Fuck…T…”

“Spread… , babe…”

The blonde teased and licked Bette before she rescued the cherry.

The cherry. With the tip of her tongue – first. And with her teeth. Between her lips.

She stood up with the glass in her hand, landed at the marble uncarefully, grabbed Bette’s waist, brought closer to her body, bended over – nipples against mocha’s back –  hand on her shoulder – neck – face – her body pulled Bette into a kiss.

The cherry between her lips – offered to her lover. Both bite it and tore apart before kissing.

It wasn’t the scotch what inebriated Tina. It was the taste and fragrances of her woman. She searched her hair and dive her nose on her curls.

“Hmmm….I love…love your curled hair… and this color of yours…This skin…” Desire talked and Tina’s hands pressed, pulled closer, tightened, compressed, squeezed, telling Bette’s skin about her pleasure. The executive nibbled and marked lightly the mocha. “You’re …” The tip of her tongue traced the dean “…so… fucking…” and the blonde craved her teeth at the dean’s nape.

Not enough to hurt, but enough to contract the right muscle to obtain the right reaction.

“Ahhhh…Tina…”

The producer felt her lover melt under her touch. The blonde didn’t fight for dominance. She didn’t need to. There was not fight. Bette had seeded and like she waited for: wildly.

The executive grabbed the art collector ass with will and the brunette waved her waist to be closer of Tina’s shore.

“Tina…please…”

Before she turned the brunette, the executive took the glass sipped once more. Then, took Bette’s hands kissed and licked her palms before kiss her hard on the mouth and – leave her alone. The blonde crossed the room, dragged the chair, a bigger and deeper version of the Swan chair, moved it to face the corridor, where Tina disappeared for seconds .