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Tina opened her thighs wider, pushed her hips back against her wife, which caused her clit to feel so clear and hard under Bette’s swift fingers. Such an amazing feeling for both of them, all hotness and wetness . . . Bette worked her left hand down so she could touch herself, raising her head briefly to enjoy her wife’s crimson nipple glistened with her saliva …
‘Bette . . .’ Tina sighed. It was almost a sob. ‘Baby, like that . . . don’t stop . . . don’t stop . . .’
Her voice was so sexy and husky, the little frown on her brow as she moaned low in her throat and bit her lip . . . Bette felt her orgasm rising . . . rubbed her wife fast and light . . .
‘Gonna come, baby,’ she murmured in Tina’s ear.
Tina let out a long, lovely, high-pitched oohhhhhh then gasped sharply as she came. Her back arched. Bette felt both their bodies stiffen as the white-hot pleasure seized their flesh. Powerful beats pulsating within Tina, felt even from the outside, as she squeezed her wife’s soaking-wet pussy, loving how slippery she was, the warm honey of love.
In the lobby, just after ten, Bette paid their bill and then came back over to where Tina was standing looking at her phone.
‘How much was it?’ she asked, glancing up at Bette.
‘You don’t want to know,’ Bette smiled.
‘Honey, the room by itself was four figures.’
‘How much were my M&Ms?’
‘Y’know, there’s a reason they don’t put prices on the room service menu. If they did, no one would ever order anything.’
Tina laughed. Bette smiled, but there was a tiny bit of sadness there. Just normal, regular, post-vacation blues, but Tina saw it. And she came to a decision.
‘I’m gonna call and cancel my car,’ she said. Bette raised her eyebrows. Tina reached for her wife’s hand. ‘I’m gonna spend the day with you.’
‘But . . .’ Bette frowned. ‘Didn’t you call a meeting this morning? The writers’ room?’
‘Yep,’ Tina said. ‘And I’m uncalling it, because it isn’t needed.’ Bette watched her wife’s face, the confidence in her unmistakable. ‘I’m firing the showrunner. I’ll do it tomorrow.’
A slow, but truly radiant smile, spread across Bette’s face. Love, yes, but also pride. At her leadership; her principles. Because as Tina’s favourite quote about televison said, ‘All TV is educational television. The question is: what is it teaching?’