Surprising Tenderness

Shanequa and Elizabeth were in a backroom of Sugar's. Elizabeth's eyes were wet, and she was still dismayed that her attempt to seal the deal with Lamar had gone so very wrong.

"So what the fuck you say to him, bitch? I ain't seen him so riled up in ages," Shanequa said, still a little nonplussed by the drama.

"I-I-I wanted to be his wife," Elizabeth said, sniffling. Shanequa felt a moment of empathy, hugging the white beauty.

"Oh, baby. Lamar is an alpha male. He do that shit himself, or it ain't done at all. You can't put that motherfucker on a time frame, or try to plant an idea in his head," Shanequa said.

"Y-y-yeah, I can see that now," Elizabeth said, on the precipice of being a sobbing, blabbering mess.

"C'mon, baby, let's get you home," Shanequa said. She wrapped her arm around the woman, helping her out the back. "Keisha, you're on. I need to get Betsy's head right."

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"C'mon, open your lips, baby. Just focus on this sweet Black pussy, that meaty Black clit," Shanequa said, her sex and ass hovering over Elizabeth's face. They lowered gently, and Elizabeth's lips wrapped around Shanequa's clit. Elizabeth could feel Shanequa's mouth on her own sex, the slippery muscle sliding up and down Elizabeth's lips and clit, feeling herself growing wetter from the ministrations.

"You like this baby?" Shanequa cooed. Elizabeth moaned in agreement. They'd played with each other before, as power plays. But this was the first time that Elizabeth ever thought that Shanequa could be anything more ... a partner, a lover.

Elizabeth's tongue burrowed into Shanequa's sex, tasting her honey, applying a wet, hungry suction that Shanequa reciprocated. They ate each other out to multiple orgasms. Shanequa's strong Black thighs wrapped tightly around Elizabeth's head.

Afterwards, they shared a cigarette, laying with each other under the cool sheets, a ceiling fan disturbing the smoke.

"I like this. I like you, bitch," Shanequa said, kissing the older white woman lustfully.