Wet and Ready

You spend the rest of your day getting to know the lab. You can’t believe Carrie and you were trying to stop EvilGlam. Now the thought of making it more potent and more addictive makes you wet.

The day ends and you hang your lab coat next to Carrie’s and follow her out. In twenty minutes you reach her apartment.

You step inside. With her addiction to EvilGlam, her tastes have begun to change. Rather than bright colors and tacky wall hangings, the place is darker. The floor is a dark lacquered wood with a large, blood red throw rug. The walls are a dark tan. Oil paintings of sapphic orgies decorate the walls.

“I like it, Carrie.”

“I knew you would. Do you want a tour of the bedroom?”

You grab her ass and pull her into a kiss. The feel of your ebony painted lips against her SapphicRed is electric.

“Yes, let’s go see the bedroom.”

Carrie grabs your hand and practically drags you inside.

“Black satin sheets.”

You admire the bed. It looks almost like an evil altar. Carrie sheds her clothes. She hops back on the bed and spreads her legs. You take the invitation and crawl up between her legs, kissing and caressing as you approach her juicy center.

You drive your tongue deep into her folds as you bring your lips to hers. The feeling is electric and clearly mutual.

“Nikki! Oh fuck, Nikki!”

You keep licking. When she cums, you’ll be back together and she’ll be dancing to your tune.

You lick and suck relying on the instincts of your EvilGlam coated lips. Soon she is squirming and spasming. She squirts and you taste her sweet juices.

She rolls to the side basking in the afterglow.

“Fuck, Nikki, I missed you. I’m so happy EvilGlam brought us back together.”

You hold her until she drifts off to sleep.