Date My Ex: Part Two

Marie figured her first date with Kalina was done when she checked the time, but Kalina wasn't anywhere near finished. She hauled Marie back inside like the offer still stood, mouths messy, tongues sliding as they barely made it past the front door. Coffee was supposed to sober them up. Instead, Kalina’s hand went straight between Marie’s thighs the second that ass hit the counter. No buildup, just two fingers knuckle-deep in that shaved wet cunt, thumb grinding her clit while Marie’s juice coated Kalina’s wrist. She leaned in and tongue-fucked Marie’s mouth in time with every thrust like she was trying to prove a point. Marie came hard, splashing Kalina’s chin with a gush she didn’t bother to wipe away. Marie repaid the favor immediately, driving three slick fingers inside Kalina’s own freshly waxed pussy, curling until Kalina was snarling against her shoulder. The kitchen smelled like sex and coffee they never drank. They left a wet trail all the way to the bedroom. No hesitation, just a frantic 69 that had both of them grinding on each other’s faces while their fingers stayed buried. Calves flexed, thighs shook, and their moans climbed until the screams overlapped. Marie came twice, fast and loud. Kalina answered each one with a wet gush of her own until the sheets underneath them were soaked. When they finally flopped onto their backs, panting, Marie asked if this thing was heading somewhere official. Kalina just laughed, still licking Marie’s taste off her lower lip. Too soon to call it a relationship, she said. Besides—she already had another redhead in rotation and hinted the girl might even look just like Marie. Whoever she was, she clearly wasn’t just keeping the sheets warm.