Paloma bucked under the caress.
“Do you like that? Does the good girl like her ass to be fucked? Such a naughty girl, Paloma.”
Paloma could swear that she would not make it.
She could hear the countdown begin on the patio.
10… 9…
She wanted to scream no, because she had never let anyone do that to her…
8…7…
And yet Deryn kept drawing small circles around the opening, her fingers wet. Then Paloma realized why the fingers were wet, and her pussy clenched around the strap, wanting, wanting…
6…5…
No, no, oh god…
4…3…
Yes, yes, yes…
Deryn stopped, and Paloma knew she was listening to her, waiting, waiting…
“Yes, yes, Deryn, yes! Fuck…”
When Deryn slid one knuckle in, Paloma’s orgasm hit her like a freight train. Fast and hard and out of nowhere, and she could swear it would be just as deadly, except…
2…1…
She keened, her breasts pressing harder into the cold glass, now covered with her sweat, and her hands reached behind her to grab for Deryn, needing the contact, needing…
Happy New Year!!!
Deryn snapped her hips once more, her finger sliding deeper into her, and Paloma came again, the orgasm drawn out this time, seemingly unending. She couldn’t stop coming. Couldn’t stop…
She had no idea how, but as she opened her eyes, she was in Deryn’s lap on the chaise lounge in the corner, the strap and a pack of wet napkins next to them. Deryn’s hands smelled of sanitizer as they held Paloma, cradling her to Deryn’s chest.
Down on the patio, the guests screamed and cheered, and glasses clinked. In the darkness of the small room, Paloma could hear their breathing slowly returning to normal. Deryn leaned in and kissed her forehead gently before setting her down and pushing the pack of napkins into her hands.
“I have to give it to you, Ms. Allende. You do throw a lovely party.”
Then Deryn was gone, leaving Paloma alone with her regrets.
24
DERYN, REALIZATIONS & CHEESE PUFFS
PALOMA ALLENDE ELECTED MAYOR OF CROW’S NEST!
After months of campaigns, controversies, and resignations, the residents of Crow’s Nest have elected a new mayor—the first woman to hold the office in the history of the town! The Caw congratulates Ms. Allende on her victory and wishes her a prosperous and efficient mandate.
In other news, we were going to thank Mr. Moss for his campaign and wish him well, hoping the day wasn’t too upsetting for him, but instead, we are here to report on Mr. Moss charging into Mrs. Victoria Crowhart-Moreau’s residence to discover his wife, Renee, in bed with the Crowhart matriarch.
When asked for a comment on the situation, a robe-clad Mrs. Crowhart-Moreau stated that “this would have never happened had my niece planted the damn hydrangeas around my house like I told her to, since Marsha McMons is a busybody! Marsha, if you’re reading this, I hope you enjoyed the show, you snitch! Cocktails are free for everyone—not you,Marsha—all day at the Tavern tomorrow to celebrate Ms. Allende’s victory.”
Mr. Moss was not available for a statement, and Mrs. McMons declined to comment but has since taken down the backyard telescope that was aimed at Mrs. Crowhart-Moreau’s house.
