Prissed Up

The reward, for the chicken shop, for the long hours and little pay, was moments like these. Her goddess, LaDonna, smelling of perfume, made up, looking divine. Elizabeth was still in her shirt and ballcap from the chicken place, smelling of fried food and grease, her soft tongue laving along LaDonna's thigh.

"Mmm, that's good baby, taking care of me on my day off," LaDonna hissed. She lifted her ass, as Elizabeth tugged off her thong, exposing her waxed, wet cunt. Elizabeth looked up into LaDonna's eyes, sucking on one thick, dewy pussylip, then the other.

"Mm, fuck yeah, eat that pussy bitch," LaDonna growled. With that, Elizabeth delved in, pushing her tongue into the tight, silken cavern of LaDonna's pussy, sucking on the juices, her free hand pushing down between her own thighs and rubbing her clit urgently.

Elizabeth felt LaDonna's hands wrap in her raven-hued mane, using it to leverage herself, fucking the beauty queen's mouth.

"Fuck yes," LaDonna hissed. "Fuck yes, cumming." LaDonna whined, clenching her pussy hard around Elizabeth's tongue, feeding her her nectar. "Now, you just getting started bitch."

Elizabeth wagged her ass back and forth lewdly. It was going to be a good night indeed.