Sanchez checks her phone. A text from Watson, "Come to my place at 6. We need some alone time after all this." Servin sighs. 'She's right,' she thinks. 'Plus, I've got to tell her about Taylor and I.'
Sanchez slips on her sexiest (and sluttiest) clothing. A low cut and extremely short black dress and matching heels. Her big breasts pop out from the tight squeeze as she applies her red lipstick. At 6, Sanchez strolls up to Watson's door. Watson opens the door and stares hungrily at her colleague.
"Come in hun," she says with a sly grin. She's wearing something similar, except white and with one shoulder exposed. Sanchez sighs happily as she sees the candles on the table. She takes a seat, and Watson follows suit.
As they eat the meal and drink their wine, Sanchez loosens up. "Hey, Claire? I have to tell you about something," she says. Watson stands up and places a hand on her shoulder and a finger on her lips. She shushes her and leans in. Their lips collide in a sweet kiss. They stay pressed against each other for some time, enjoying the simple pleasure they'd been lacking since Taylor had been involved. Her youthful passion was fun, but there was something far more carnal and pleasurable about their laid back attitude.
Soon, they were on the sofa, the gentle kiss continuing as Watson freed Sanchez's squished tits. She broke the kiss and ran her tongue across the flesh, slowly circling her hardening nipples. Sanchez moaned happily and rubbed Watson's ass, burying her fingers in it.
Watson's tongue slid down from her partner's breasts and across her stomach before finally reaching her pussy. "No panties? So naughty," she teased, taking small tastes. Sanchez nodded and groaned, Watson's tongue barely brushing her pussy. Watson pulled away for a second and breathed on it before slowly burying her tongue in it. Sanchez's legs start to quiver as Watson slowly eats her begging pussy.
Watson's tongue movements are deliberate and powerful, but keep her right on the edge. Sanchez moans and sits up for a few minutes, breathing heavily and trying not to cum, trying to keep the feeling going for as long as possible. But soon, she's taken in too many of the delicious seconds. She squirts into Watson's face and falls backward, grabbing the couch hard.
Watson smiles and hoists Sanchez up. "You'd better get going. I postponed writing a test for tomorrow for you." She says with a light chuckle. The reason for her visit with Watson gone from her mind, Sanchez shakily nods and leaves
The second Watson hears Sanchez's engine start, her smile fades into a grimace. She goes into her bedroom and opens the closet. Inside, someone whimpers. Watson yanks out Taylor, who's tied and gagged. Taylor yelps and moans sadly as she hits the bed. Watson pulls out a basket from under her bed and removes the rag from Taylor's mouth.
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