The Winning Bid

Ariel Demure stood at the mirror, running her hands over her dress for the charity auction where some jerk was gonna pay top dollar for a date with her. Ana Foxxx hovered nearby with that cocky grin, shooting her shit. "You know I'd never cough up enough green to win that little romp," Ana laughed, half-joking, half-wishing. Ariel spun around with a devilish smirk. Without a word she pushed Ana up against the wall and slid her hand straight between Ana's legs, fingers finding her already wet. "How 'bout I give you something way filthier than some stuffy dinner date?" Ariel whispered, sinking two fingers deep while her other hand pinched Ana's nipple through the fabric. Ana gasped, hips bucking, panties now soaked. Ariel kept pumping hard, thumb grinding her clit, watching Ana's knees shake. "Winner takes all, baby."