Omniscient POV
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Already pulled up into the driveway, Bey sat in her car, waiting on Dorinda to pull up while on the phone with Toni while she waited for Janet to get out of the shower. Some time had passed, but the both of them still weren't in their right minds. Checking the time on her phone, Beyonce started to grow even more impatient.
"Man, she need to come the fuck on,"
"I'm saying. Janet done been in that shower too damn long," She said, rubbing down her face.
"You shouldn't even be saying shit. How many times did y'all already fuck, today?"
Staying quiet, Toni thought about it. "Shit— I don't know. Probably like 5,"
"5 times? Do y'all's old asses ever get tired?"
"Hell no. The sex is one of the things that's keeping the fire burning, between us," Toni said. "We ain't old either, nigga,"
"The both of y'all are pushing 60, but y'all ain't old?"
Toni laughed, loudly. "Bitch, your wife is, literally, past 60. Pushing 70, actually. All respect for Mama Doe, though. Pick another battle, 'cause you not about to win this one,"
"Fuck you. I don't care. The pussy still giving 25, though," She said and Toni gagged, playfully. Beyonce rolled her eyes and was about to say something until she saw a pair of bright headlights pulling into the driveway, through her review mirror. "Oh shit, she here. I'ma call ya ass later,"
"No, for real. I just heard that shower turn off. I'm about to go dumb. Peace," And their call ended.
After locking up her car, Beyonce went over to Dorinda's car and opened the door for her, just to find her chatting it up, on the phone. "Ooh, you are something else," She said, laughing, hitting her thigh. Cutting her car off, she took the key out of ignition and stepped out, only to be picked and thrown over Bey's shoulder. "Oh, Lord. Hold on, girl. I'm gonna have to call you back," She said and she hung up the phone as Bey jogged to the front door. Dorinda was laughing, but held on, tightly. "Don't drop me, Beyonce,"
"I got you," She said, reaching in her pocket, taking out her key which also caused a decent amount of 50 and 20 dollar bills to fly out.
"Baby, you're dropping money,"
"Fuck that shit," Bey said and Dorinda closed her mouth, watching the money fall on the ground.
She knows that Beyonce doesn't play about her money, so, for her to be so eager, to get her to their bedroom, that she doesn't even care, kind of worried Dorinda. Bey walked up the stairs to their porch and unlocked the door, stepping inside of the house, closing and locking the door back. Taking off towards the stairs, Dorinda held on tighter as her laughs increased. Bey, on the other hand, wasn't playing any games. She was ready for the night. Reaching their bedroom, she pushed the door open and walked over to the bed, throwing Dorinda right into the center of it.
"Damn, ba—
"Shut up," She said and Dorinda did just that.
Climbing up on the bed, Bey hovered over Dorinda and attached their lips. Dorinda didn't waste any time kissing her wife back, instead, she took it up a notch and licked at Bey's lip for an entrance and was granted, immediately. The both of them slid their tongues in and out of each other's mouths as Dorinda reached in between them and began to unbutton Beyoncé's pants. When she got them unbuttoned, she unzipped them, causing Beyoncé's member to almost spill out. Sliding her hands into Bey's boxers, she stroked her and Beyonce groaned, feeling Dorinda's cold hands around her. She stroked from the base all the way to the tip, making sure to do that slow, circular hand motion around it. Breaking the kiss, Beyonce leaned up a tad bit and tucked her lip inside of her mouth as she stared down at what her wife was doing. Her breathing began to increase as she watched Dorinda's french tip nails surround her dick, perfectly. Dorinda watched Beyonce as Beyonce watched her. Seeing how fast she was breaking her wife down by simple gestures, she wrapped her hand around Beyoncé's tip, only, speeding up her actions. Beyonce brought both of her lips into her mouth to quiet her moans and groans, but it was like the more she tried to hold them, the more they tried to force their way out.
