Chapter 25: Dash

Cassandra opened her mouth, and I covered hers with mine, the kiss a guilty pleasure we indulged in: wet, tongues fighting, bodies writhing. She pushed at my pants, my hands around her waistband, pulling her leggings down and off her feet, her panties coming with them. Her pink pussy glistened, waiting for my intrusion.

I pulled her to the edge of the desk and dropped to my knees, her legs resting over my shoulders. "So beautiful," I said and placed my hands beneath her thighs. She reached down and parted her lips with her fingers.

Cassandra's lips were pink and wet, and as I pushed back her folds, I spied her clit. I wasted no time in wrapping my lips around the swollen bud and sucked, swashing my tongue back and forth, moaning at her taste and enjoying her ass gyrating.