Ten minutes later, Mikayla stepped into Rita’s apartment. Her hair was damp. Her face bare. She was wearing nothing but a hoodie and shorts.She didn’t speak.She just walked straight to Rita, cupped her face, and kissed her.This time, there was no hesitation. No alcohol. No doubt.Rita’s hands found Mikayla’s waist and yanked her forward until their bodies collided.Mikayla gasped. Rita kissed her again. Deeper. Sloppier. Needier.“Tell me you want this,” Rita said, voice low.Mikayla reached down and grabbed Rita’s hand, guiding it beneath her shorts.“I’m soaked for you,” she whispered.Rita groaned, fingers sliding under the fabric, finding Mikayla bare and dripping.“Fuck, you’re not even wearing panties.”“I couldn’t. Everything felt too tight.”Rita pushed Mikayla backward onto the couch and dropped to her knees. She yanked the shorts down and spread Mikayla open.“You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”Mikayla nodded, biting her bottom lip, eyes wild.“Then le
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