Water My Plants

Christy stepped into Jade's house calling her name, but the place was dead silent, so she went looking. Poked her head into the bathroom and froze. Holy fuck—there was Jade, sunk in the tub like a goddamn sex goddess, steam curling around those curves. Yowza. Christy’s hand slipped straight into her yoga pants before she even thought about it. Eyes locked on Jade, she started rubbing fast and filthy while Jade stayed clueless, washing herself slow. Then Jade glanced over. Right as Christy lost it. She jerked, thighs shaking, and a hot rush shot out, soaking the crotch of her pants dark. Jade saw the whole messy show. A wicked grin spread across her face. She crooked a finger—get over here—and told Christy to water the plants. Christy reached for the can, but Jade’s eyes lingered on that wet stain and she yanked it away with a smirk. Got a better idea, she said. Miracle fucking fertilizer. Jade dropped to her knees, shoved her hand inside those sopping pants and started working Christy’s cunt with firm, greedy strokes. Christy moaned, hips twitching, then let loose again, hot squirt gushing straight onto the soil in thick spurts. After the last plant, Jade didn’t quit. She pushed Christy back, spread her wide, and buried her tongue where it counted, chasing every drop of that sweet taste for herself.