“Only when I don’t want them getting in the way.”Jaz’s hand slid up her thigh, finding her soaked already. Jaz Warde stood at the head of the table, a vision in black: sharply tailored, motionless, unreadable.The door creaked open.Alice slipped inside with all the grace and confidence of a woman who knew she was breaking rules. Shemale sex Jaz did it again, slower—savoring the taste of her, the soft glide of her tongue over swollen, soaking flesh.Then she latched on to her clit—sucking gently, tongue flicking in tight circles. “So desperate already?”Without waiting for a reply, she dropped to her knees between Alice’s legs.She spread Alice open, gripping her thighs and pressing her tongue flat against her, licking a long, deliberate stripe from bottom to top. “Louder.”Alice did. Shadows stretched across the polished glass table, and silence reigned—except for the soft, precise tapping of one manicured nail.
