“And you have the right to eat my pussy right here, right now.”
“Oh, god YES!” Isabel cried out as Tammin lowered the other girl to her knees, then hefted her own skirt up, exposing her own simple white thong that was just starting to get wet. Once Isabel was on her knees, Tammin reached down and yanked her panties down to her own knees, leaving them hanging just below where the end of her skirt would fall, but giving Isabel plenty of room to get her mouth up between Tammin’s legs and start licking the agent’s pussy.
Isabel wasted no time, and needed no direction. Her pouty little lips sought out Tammin’s snatch and began eagerly feasting on the juices just starting to flow out of them. Tammin’s free hand, the one not holding her skirt up, dropped to Isabel’s hands and quickly entwined her fingers into the mop of blonde beauty, pressing Isabel closer to the mark.
Tammin knew they didn’t have much time, and they’d probably wasted too much of it already on this little police game, but if Isabel could provide ANY kind of evidence, Tammin would take it. She needed SOMETHING to prove she was more than just the FBI’s resident oral sex expert.
Speaking of, Isabel was proving she was quite skilled in cunnilingus herself, massaging Tammin’s clit and slit with her tongue. It had been a while since Tammin had anyone else go down on HER, and she was very tempted to just revel in the sensation. It felt so GOOD, like Isabel’s tongue was impossibly long and capable of hitting spots inside the FBI agent that no other tongue ever had.
Tammin’s pulse jumped up, and she began breathing heavily at once, as Isabel worked her magic over Tammin’s private parts. So good was Isabel with her tongue, Tammin suspected she wouldn’t be waiting long before orgasm overtook her. Already, she could feel the pressure building up in her crotch, signaling the impending explosion of sexual energy.
Tammin didn’t fight it. Indeed, she used her hand to shove Isabel’s head deeper into her crotch, speeding up the process.
Isabel was on to something, Tammin thought. She spent all her time taking orders all day long, and none of the sexual partners - male or female - that she’d had in the last few years had ever asked her what she wanted. But here, in this hallway filled with file cabinets, Tammin Sursok was in complete control of the sex she was having. It was her hand on the back of Isabel’s head, directing the other woman’s mouth over Tammin’s clit. Usually, it was Tammin on her knees, servicing either a cock or a pussy. This was a luxury she wasn’t used to, and she rather liked it.
It was that thought - that she was the one in charge - that brought upon Tammin’s orgasm more than Isabel’s excellent tongue work. Tammin’s eyes squeezed shut, her mouth parted a bit, her lips forming what everyone who’d ever seen her climax inevitably called a perfect little “o,” and her knees buckled a bit as orgasm shot through her body, sending her staggering back against one of the file cabinets.
“Whoa,” Isabel said, looking up from her knees as Tammin regained control of her body. “That was SOOOO hot.”
“Yeah, yeah it was,” Tammin said, fighting to regain her balance. As she got back situated on her heels, her eyes settled upon the still handcuffed Isabel, kneeling in the middle of the floor, her mouth and chin showing the juicy proof that she’d been the one to get Tammin off. It was one of the hottest sights Tammin Sursok had ever seen.