With a loud moan, Bette pushed Tina roughly onto the couch and leaned down to return the favor. Tina’s mewls of pleasure filled the room as Bette circled the blonde’s taut nipple with her tongue leaving her completely breathless.

The aching between both of their legs was becoming absolutely unbearable.

With a groan, Tina flipped the over, in the process falling off the couch and pushing the table in front across the room.

Bette let out a painful groan as her back hit the floor, but it was soon forgotten when she felt Tina practically ripping her pants and panties off of her. The blonde moved back up to the brunette’s lips, making sure to rub her jean-clad thigh against her wet center. There was wet lines all over Tina’s jeans as their kissing became frantic and Bette continually rubbed her core against Tina’s thigh.

Then Tina pulled back teasingly and stood up. She started unbuttoning her jeans slowly as Bette watched her with glazed eyes.

When the jeans were gone and her black lacy thong was revealed, Bette jolted up off the floor with a growl. Their lips crashed together once more as Bette turned them around so that she could guide them to the bedroom.

Their clumsy adventure landed them against the wall in the hallway. Tina’s back was slammed against the wall with such a force she let out a cry of pain. But secretly, Tina has always liked pain.

She was a sucker for punishment. Her entire body reacted when she remembered some of the punishments Bette used to give her in the past. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around her waist. Bette used her superior strength, and the wall to hold her lover up as she firmly grabbed the black thong and ripped right off of her.

Tina could wait no longer. With a moan of sheer desperation, she gripped Bette’s hand and forcefully pushed two of her fingers inside of her.

Bette groaned at the wetness as Tina cried out. They immediately synchronized. Bette started pumping her hand in and out. In and out.

She pushed up from her feet to slam her fingers in harder and faster. Tina was gripping Bette’s neck and shoulders, leaving deep scratch marks on her mocha skin. Bette cried out in pain and thrust faster. It came to a point where Bette’s thrusts were so powerful she was pulling Tina away from the wall then slamming her back into it.