Transfixed | S1 E1 | Venus at the Party

Yeah, she felt it the second she walked in. Pussy on full alert. Magic night lighting, empty glasses getting topped off by silent waiters, everyone else acting charmed as fuck. Cherie DeVille didn't give a damn about any of it. She felt the heat between her legs before she even saw who was causing it. Then the crowd split open and there she was: Venus Lux, laid out like she owned every tile on that patio. Shades on, legs apart, nothing to prove and still winning. Cherie locked on her like a heat-seeking cunt. Venus dropped the glasses and the look that hit Cherie went straight between her thighs. The air got thicker. Cherie stepped forward and a waiter with a tray of bullshit snacks cock-blocked her. By the time she shoved past, Venus was gone like smoke. She wandered through the party dazed, panties getting slicker, tuning everyone else out. Girls talked, she nodded, didn't hear shit. Her pussy stayed hungry and kept searching. Then Venus slid back into view, hand out, no words, just a dare and a hard-on Cherie could feel from across the lawn. She grabbed the offer without blinking. They danced, bodies pressed, breathing synced, eyes locked. Every dirty thought Cherie had tonight showed up behind Venus' stare. Inside, they stripped fast. Clothes hit the floor in quick messy drops. Venus sucked Cherie's nipples until her knees threatened to buckle, then licked that pussy like she was starving. Cherie spread wider, toes curling, trying not to scream and failing. She needed cock now, all of it, deep. When Venus finally let her crawl into her lap, Cherie sank down on that thick shaft and started riding like nothing else mattered. The garden lights flickered outside, but Cherie only saw Venus stretching her open. Every thrust proved the message was clear: she was the girl Venus picked, and she was going to take every inch until they both finished loud.