not my type

karma

Except she didn't need to think about any of it. At least not right then and there.

No, what Jennie needed wasn't a thing, it was a person and she had just left her apartment. Anything else could wait for later – yeah, she could push her rational thoughts to the far back of her mind, and throw all her resolutions out the window because in that moment, all Jennie needed – no, all Jennie wanted was to have Lisa all to herself one last time.

She needed to breathe her scent into her lungs and intoxicate herself with it. She needed to hold her closely and feel the touch of her soft skin against her body. What Jennie needed was a proper way to end things, no matter the consequences. Closure, if you will.

Because honestly, fuck the consequences. And fuck rational thoughts, logical thinking and practicality. All those things could kiss her sweet little ass, because she didn't care in that instant. She didn't care at all.

And apparently, neither did Lisa.

Without hesitation, Jennie bolted to her apartment door and swung it open with all her might and she let out a loud 'Lisa, wait!' that faded when the younger girl's lips, whom apparently had been waiting for her at the other side of the door, crashed onto hers in a searing kiss that knocked the breath right out of her chest so abruptly, that Jennie had to hold on to the wooden frames to steady herself.

Tongues twirling in each other's mouth, teeth chattering, lips smacking and sucking, Lisa grabbed the back of Jennie's thighs and lifted her up to make her hook her slender legs around her waist, effectively carrying her back inside the apartment. And when they made it to the bed and found it covered in all kinds of papers from work, Lisa didn't waste any time cleaning and instead opted for laying herself flat on the carpeted floor with Jennie straddling her torso.

"You're going to get us killed" Jennie squeaked in surprise in between kisses.

"I don't fucking care" Lisa replied in a guttural growl.

Pulling away for just a moment, Jennie took off her own shirt and tossed it aside somewhere into the darkness of the room, her boobs popping up proudly and sensually once Lisa snapped her bra open and discarded it. With a smirk, Jennie yanked Lisa's top garments off and stopped for a moment to appreciate the delicate silhouette beneath her.

The small yet beautiful curvature of her perky tits, the rosy color of her erect nipples, the beads of sweat that formed on her chest and slithered down to her toned stomach where it glistened with the reflection of the dim light coming from the living room in between the cracks of the door, where it looked like she was a sparkling diamond that Jennie felt compelled to lick all over.

Barbie doll, she thought to herself and smiled.

The atmosphere quickly became heavy, and anything else was just background noise to the melodic rhythm in which their bodies slapping and squeezing together made erotic wet sounds. And when Jennie sat on Lisa's face and she felt the skillful tongue digging up as deep as it could go inside her dripping cunt, her naughty moans and lascivious curse words felt like music to Lisa's ears.

Hair pulling, perfectly manicured nails digging into their scalp, tongue sucking, ass squeezing, and dirty little words that would escape their mouths when they weren't moaning out each other's names in pure extasy. And when Jennie's fingers went inside Lisa's tight pussy, pounding roughly and repeatedly against her g-spot, all Lisa saw was white and her mouth hung open with no sounds coming out, as she reached her climax and came undone with a squirt of juices shooting out against the palm of Jennie's hand, who helped her ride out her orgasm while the sight of the younger girl writhing beneath her was enough to get her off as well.