...ashing uselessly on the bed covers.
"Now, don't get too eager," Zoe warned, bringing her own pussy close to Frida's. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to run with scissors?"
Frida understood the tribadism reference. This made her even wilder. Suddenly, she felt Zoe's connection and her palm on her butt.
"That's it, Suarez, that's it," Zoe gasped. At long last! She moved her hips to the waves of sensation. Slowly but surely, the hypnotized Frida followed suit, until both were in time, moaning as the sensation mounted.
Finally, Frida came, her gasping hard and ragged against the gag in her mouth. As much as this made Zoe want to orgasm, she fought the urge, instead pulling her soaked cunt away from her slave's. She was the host of two this afternoon, and she decided it would be more satisfying to cum with the next guest.
She slid off Frida's tight little feminine body and pulled on some panties and a bra. Looking at the girl, she saw an exhausted face and hazy eyes. This made her smile. All these years, you've been a bitch to me. Now I just made you my bitch.
"Here," she said, removing the gag from Frida's mouth and popping in a useful sleeping pill. "It'll help you relax." She pulled the covers over the girl's body. "By the way, I'm not a lesbian; I'm bi." Frida, howeve...