Free Consequences by Skyy Page A

night.”
    Carmen and Misha looked at each other.
    â€œI’ll talk to you later. I got some business to handle.” Misha gave Carmen a hug and headed out.
    Â 
    Â 
    â€œWhat do you want?” Cooley opened the door, letting Misha into her house.
    Misha had waited a few weeks before coming to Cooley. She knew she was wrong for reacting the way she did at the club. Misha could tell that Cooley was still upset. “Carla, I just wanted to apologize for what happened. It was real wrong of me to act like that. I know you were just trying to help.”
    Cooley looked at Misha. She noticed how her jeans were fitting perfectly around her petite body. “Oh, so really, you noticed that, huh?”
    â€œCarla, I am sorry things are sticky right now, but I do want us to be friends.”
    Cooley stared at Misha. “Mee, I don’t know if I want to be your friend.” She stood up and walked toward Misha.
    The body heat was rising between both of them.
    â€œHow can I be friends with you when I want to be the one holding you and caressing you?” Cooley caressed Misha’s arms. She could sense that Misha wanted her just as badly as she wanted her.
    Misha could hardly contain herself. Her panties were soaking wet from the sight of Cooley. She moved back before she lost control. “Cooley, we don’t need to do this. We weren’t good together.”
    Cooley grabbed Misha’s arm and pulled her close to her. “I think we were dynamite together.” She pulled Misha to her and kissed her. She let all of her passion rush into the kiss, hoping that the transfer of emotions would help Misha remember where she belonged.
    Misha couldn’t resist. She wrapped her arms around Cooley, letting Cooley take complete control of her body and soul.
    Cooley picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. Slowly she removed every piece of Misha’s clothes, determined to lick every inch of Misha’s sexy body. Misha moaned as Cooley lifted her leg up and devoured her toes. Cooley kissed her way up Misha’s leg to her thigh. She sucked on the inside of her thigh and branded her with a Cooley love mark.
    Misha’s pussy was throbbing, completely wet and hot, ready for Cooley to take it, and she quickly obliged.
    Cooley entered Misha’s pussy and stroked her with sensual familiarity. Slowly she started turning her fingers as Misha’s walls expanded and closed around them, pulling them farther inside of her. Cooley pushed another finger and then another, until Misha felt like she couldn’t bear any more. She sucked on Misha’s clit, reclaiming it as her own, while her hand slowly disappeared inside. She licked her around the lips of her pussy stretched taut from the force of Cooley’s hand inside her and slowly then more quicly sucked back and forth, extending the length of Misha’s hardened little clit.
    â€œOh shit!” Misha yelled, unable to control her moans. It had been so long since she had it done right. Tay couldn‘t’ hold a candle to Cooley. Misha knew that no one would ever sex her like Cooley could. She fit Cooley like a fine leather glove.
    Cooley continued stroking her and sucking on the hard, little knot, occasionally flicking it with her tongue and nibbling gently, pulling on it as she sucked.
    Misha moaned louder and arched her back, lifting her ass into the air.
    Cooley slipped her free hand around Misha’s ass and cupped her cheeks together. She rubbed, smacked, and stroked them. She teased the small entry in between with the tip of her thumb.
    It sent shivers through Misha’s pussy and made her groan uncontrollably. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna, gonna ...” Her moans became inaudible as she started to tremble.
    Cooley’s body responded to Misha’s moans and quaking body. Her clit throbbed and grew. It pulsated and pushed between her own lips. As Misha yelled and her body began to shake, Cooley began to