Can You Ignore THIS?

Scarlette was iced Julia out completely after that birthday fuck-up. Every groveling text got left on read. Julia hated it, hated the wall Scarlette had built, so she upped the stakes until Scarlette couldn't keep it up. When Julia stepped out in that tiny scrap of black lace, nipples practically bursting through the bra, thong cutting up the best part of her ass, she struck a pose in the bedroom doorway like she owned the air in the room. Scarlette just kept scrolling on her phone, bored as hell. Julia crawled between her legs, peeled the thin cotton aside and buried her tongue straight into Scarlette's cunt without a word. Scarlette's thighs twitched but she didn't look down, refused to give her the satisfaction. Julia licked with purpose, sucked on that swollen clit, lapped up every slick inch like she was trying to erase every pissed-off memory. She shoved two fingers in deep, curling them hard against that spongy spot while her mouth worked relentlessly. Scarlette bit her lip so hard it almost bled. She tightened around Julia's fingers but still didn't moan, still didn't acknowledge her. Then Julia got filthy with it. She sucked Scarlette's clit between her teeth and finger-fucked her like a mission, fast and relentless, rubbing that swollen spot over and over until Scarlette's whole body snapped tight. One second she was stonewalling, next she was flooding Julia's mouth and chin, pussy pulsing and squirting hot and messy all over the sheets. The wet sound echoed in the room, and Scarlette couldn't hold back the raw, shaking cry that tore out of her throat. She dropped the phone and grabbed Julia by the hair, yanking her up into a hard kiss that tasted like both of them. "You fucking bitch," she breathed against Julia's mouth, but it came out like a moan. Julia laughed, still catching her breath, lips shiny. "You love it." She pushed Scarlette onto her back and climbed over her, tugged the thong aside and ground her soaked cunt right against Scarlette's, slick clit on slick clit in a filthy rhythm. Scarlette clawed her back, legs locked around her waist, and they rocked together hard—wet, desperate, no room for silence now. They came again with foreheads pressed together, Julia biting Scarlette's shoulder, Scarlette gasping every filthy word she'd held back.