Trial Separation

TS Foxxy sits on Ana Foxxx's couch, waiting on a husband who ghosts her with a pathetic excuse about the marriage counselor session. She fires back she's finished with the marriage and their pathetic excuses. Ana backs her up right away. Foxxy sighs and says women are just easier to talk to, so why can't she find a guy who listens half as good. Ana floats the idea maybe Foxxy should try dating women. Foxxy blinks, says she's straight, end of story. Ana just smiles and reminds her curiosity never hurt. Confused as hell, Foxxy leans over and plants one on Ana, lips meeting right there on the couch. Ana pulls back, flushed, says yeah she's into it but work rules say no. Foxxy fires back the marriage is already dead so Ana's not technically her counselor anymore. Rules tossed out, clothes follow. Ana presses Foxxy onto the leather seat and kisses her open-mouthed while hands slide under Foxxy's skirt. Fingers tease the hardening cock until it's thick and straining against lace panties. Ana frees it, strokes slow, licks the head with the flat of her tongue, tasting salt before she swallows halfway down. Foxxy's thighs shake. She pulls Ana up, strips off the counselor's blouse and sucks one dark nipple, teeth grazing. Ana moans, hikes her own skirt, shows she's bare underneath. She straddles Foxxy's lap, lines up and sinks down inch by inch until Foxxy fills her up. They rock hard, the couch squeaking, skin slapping, each thrust pushing little gasps from Ana's throat. Foxxy reaches between them to rub Ana's clit with quick circles. Ana clenches, moans louder, soaks Foxxy's cock. They switch. Foxxy bends Ana over the desk and pounds steady from behind while Ana grips the edge, knuckles white. Sweat rolls down their spines. Final rush comes quick. Foxxy pulls out and strokes twice, painting Ana's round ass with hot stripes that drip down her thigh. Ana laughs low and pulls Foxxy in for another kiss, both tasting like satisfaction.