Libertygirl is eager.

A single finger slowly began to stroke Libertygirl through the fabric, running up and down the indent amongst the stars. Libertygirl groaned and fell against the couch, Helda’s arm pulling her back, their tongues wrestling, Helda’s winning every time. Libertygirl panted, her mind whirling, her thoughts flustered by the scent of the perfume and the heat of her arousal. She only knew she wanted more, and Helda was so willing to provide it.

The finger at her lips drew back. Libertygirl squirmed as five fingers tipped into the elastic of her waistband and the panties underneath and slowly slipped it down along her thighs. She gasped at the feeling of the office’s cold air against her folds, already wet with arousal. Impatient, she kicked her feet and sent her bottom flying across the room.

Helda chuckled into her mouth and eased her victim back against the couch. She let the headrest support Libertygirl’s head, for Helda’s hand had other business. Libertygirl arched her back as Helda’s hand traced along the girl’s spine, finally finding the clasp that confined her breasts. With a flick of her wrist it was done, the top fell away and save her domino mask and shoes, Libertygirl was completely naked, freed of her trappings.

Pulling away, a translucent thread of saliva connecting their flush lips for a moment longer, Helda reared back and stared in panting hunger at the girl beneath her.

Libertygirl lay sprawled upon the couch, her palmable breasts heaving with desire, hair splayed and chaotic, her arms and legs limp with surrender, sweat gleaming on her goosebumped flesh, her frame quivering and pussy drooling with arousal. She stared up at Helda, mouth agape and panting with need, **** and helpless to the councillor’s touch.

“God you’re beautiful,” Helda growled. She shrugged off her blouse revealing the lacy black bra underneath and her muscular frame. Unlike Libertygirl’s lithe body like that of a swimmer, Helda’s was Amazonian and built for strength, for domination. Helda straddled Libertygirl’s hips and grabbed the heroine’s hands, forcing them over her head and attacked her mouth once more. The heroine mewled and moaned at the rough treatment and bucked her hips readily, urging Helda to pay attention to her aching pussy.

Helda moaned, long and deep as the girl’s mound brushed what lay hidden in her skirt. She pulled back again, nearly as flush as Libertygirl and grabbed her skirt. She pulled it down along with her panties.
Libertygirl gasped at what came free. She stared at the cock thrusting from between Helda’s thighs, the veiny pole throbbing with desire to plow into the heroine’s warm and inviting womanhood. A thrill went through Libertygirl’s body at the sight, curling her toes and turning her breathing more ragged.

“Oh. Oh. You…” She threw back her head and groaned as Helda pressed closer, mashing her mammoth tits into Libertygirl’s own.

“We both have secrets,” Helda whispered heavily into Libertygirl’s ear, her free hand tracing the edge of the heroine’s domino mask. “This is mine. I’ll never say a word. This is all between us, only us.” She pressed the body of her cock against Libertygirl’s hot pussy lips and began sliding it up and down, up and down, teasing the hot folds, up and down, growing slicker as Libertygirl’s pussy coated it with her girlcum. “If I say anything about this, you can tell them mine. Our secret. Yours and mine. You can trust me. Trust me, Libertygirl,” Helda whispered into her ear. “Trust me to fuck you.”