Zadkiel

(Continues from here.)

Angel wore a wide grin on her face, as she fumbled with the key to her apartment, the slightly-more-then-tipsy Latina trying not to giggle as she tried to get her door open. It had been such a strange evening so far, and she could hardly believe the path the night had taken. She certainly wasn't going to complain though. Between the close grinding and dancing, and the few drinks that she and Mercy had drunk between the restaurant and the dance club, she was far past the point of complaining.

Not like she had much to complain about at the moment, anyway!

Once she finally got the key into the lock, Angel twisted the doorknob to the side, and pushed the door open. She glanced over her shoulder at Mercy, and grabbed for her wrist, pulling her into the room behind her and kicking the door shut with her foot. She tossed her keys into a nearby bowl near the door, and turned to face the pinkette, gently pushing her back against the door. She stepped up to her, gently pinning her against the door with her body, an eager look in her eyes.

"You said something about getting a better look, didn't you, chica?" She finally let herself giggle, rubbing herself a little closer against Mercy's body. "Well, it's later now, so..."

By the time Mercy got to Angel's apartment, she was so far gone that she barely even knew what was happening. She was drunk, but not black out drunk. It was the atmosphere. The booze helped, but also spending a night dancing with Angel had left her soaring through the air. She giggled and stumbled as Angel tugged her inside only to be forced against the door by the caliente Latina.

"Ahn! Ehehehe yeaaah, thatssgreat!" She slurred, grinning hungrily at Angel. "I've been wanting to inspect those big ol jugssall night! Now, ehehe, let'sstake a look!"

Mercy grinned, curling a leg around one of Angel's as she leaned forward and greedily reached her hands up to grab at Angel's plump chest. "Ooohhh, sshit! Their soft! O juss wanna get LOST in em!" She said as she eagerly squeezed and kneaded Angel's itts while she grinned up at the Latina.

"Didn'tya say somethin about uhhh... what was it again?' She questioned to no one and then smiled.

Angel let out a soft moan, wiggling against Mercy as she started to squeeze at the Latina's chest. She leaned into the woman, letting her enjoy her touching as much as Angel was enjoying being touched, then grinned, tipsily giggling at the pinkette. She reached up, and gently pulled Mercy's hands away, so that she could lean back from her.

"If you want to take a look, chica, you have to do it right!" She cried, quickly reaching for her t-shirt, yanking it upwards and off of herself. She slung it to the side, exposing her big, soft breasts to the paralegal, her chest covered in a snug fitting black bra. She then grabbed Mercy by the wrists, guiding her hands back to her breasts, and pushed towards Mercy again, another playful giggle escaping her lips.

"Say something about what, chica? I don't remember what I said, this night has been such a bluuur..."

"Nnn!"

Mercy's eyes widened as she felt Angel press against her, her fingers overflowing with the delicious caramel breasts of her Latina host. "Oooh..." She cooed in amazement only to frown as her hands were pulled free. "B-but..." She pouted, her upper lip dipping downward to force out her lower one for a moment until Angel took off her shirt and unleashed the full might of her glorious chest.

"Geeze, they're... awesome...." She muttered in awe. When her hands were pushed back into Angel's chest, Mercy grabbed at them like a kid on Chistmas, not knowing where to even start as one hand slid up and down along the large slope and the other squeezed the plump breast like a stress relief ball.

"Sssshiiit, girrrrll." Mercy said and looked up at Angel and blinked as she spoke. "Heh..., I don't... even rememberr either. I jusst remember something about fingers annd, uhhh.... me not being able to sstop you from doing whatever you wanted to me." Mercy said and looked up with a sheepish grin.

She let her fingers slide along the edge of Angel's bra and pulled her forward. her back was pressed against the door and she lifted up her led, throwing it upward and curling it around Angel's booty.

Another playful noise passed through Angel's lips, somewhere between a laugh and a moan, as Mercy's hands worked at her chest, stroking and squeezing at each of her generous breasts. There were so many women in the AFW with huge chests, that it was fun to find someone this in awe of her boobs. She pushed a lil' closer to Mercy, pressing her breasts closer into the pinkette's hands, and gave her an eager nod, grinning right back at her.

"That's right," she whispered, leaning her head in closer so that she could whisper right into Mercy's ear, her lips brushing against the woman's skin. "I can do aaanything I want, and you can't stop me." She giggled again, then took a moment to gently nibble at Mercy's earlobe, biting into it for a few seconds before pulling back away.

She reached up, for Mercy's jacket, and started to tug on it, trying to step back to pull the paralegal off of the door. "Come on, Pinky. Lemme get this silly thing out of the way."

"Ahhhnnn!"

Mercy's mouth opened and she squealed as Angel forced her breasts to mash into her hands just so she could whisper into her ear. Her hands were now pinned between their chests and her fingers squirmed greedily patting hungrily at the bulging mocha flesh as her legs bowed and squeezed together.

She melted at the hot breath and wet tongue that tickled her ear and her eyes rolled into the back of her head for a brief moment until she felt Angel trying to tug her jacket off. Mercy hunched over and began wriggling, trying to help as best as she could flop her jacket off her.

When she shrugged it off, she stood up, wobbling until she collapsed against the door and began unbuttoning her dress shirt. She looked at Angel with a hazy but lust filled glare. "But..." She said as she struggled with the buttons. "You gotta keep the tie on." She insisted as she fidgeted, finally getting frustrated enough that she tugged and popped off a button carelessly.

"Wouldn't dream of taking it off," Angel answered, watching in slight amusement as Mercy struggled with her shirt. She only watched for a moment though; she was impatient and horny and she wasn't going to waste time watching Mercy fail to unbutton the shirt.

The Latina stepped towards the paralegal again, her hands reaching out to grab at the shirt. She looked towards Mercy, and gave her a quick wink, before giving the top a sharp yank in opposite directions. She didn't care if the buttons popped off. After all, shirts were replaceable, right? She could just buy Mercy a new one if the woman complained about it.

"Oooohfffuck!"

Mercy's noise sounded like she might be upset her buttons were torn off, but as her shirt hung open, exposing the salmon colored bra and Mercy's own respectable pair, she grinned and lunged at Angel.

Mercy wwrapped her arms around the latina's waist like she might try and lift the girl up, but that definitely wasn't what was happening. She pushed her face into the valley between Angel's generous chest and bit down on the bra, tugging at it like a dog's chew toy as she tried to free Angel's breasts from their prison.

"Hke hine houh hoo!" She said with the bra between her teeth as she ran her fingers up Angel's bare back while she stood up, rubbing her face against Angel's tits and pulling the bra up.

Well. That certainly caught the Latina by surprise!

She let out a startled yelp as Mercy lunged at her, going straight for her breasts. Her arms naturally rose up, wrapping back around Mercy's body, giving her a small squeeze against herself. She let herself laugh again as the paralegal went for her bra, tugging and biting on it, and it wasn't long before Angel's breasts were free from their prison, spilling forth into the cool air of the apartment.

Angel could feel a shiver run down her spine, as Mercy's fingers ran back down her back, and with a soft moan she raised her arms up, so that the slightly smaller girl could get her bra off of her. As soon as Mercy did, her arms came right back down, wrapping back around the paralegel, her hands grabbing for the hook of her bra, so that she could unlatch it and pull the thing right off of the woman!

Mercy nuzzled Angel's chest, sloppily licking it as she pushed the bra upwards and off of Angel fully, leaving her large chest and dark nipples exposed. Mercy hungrily eyed the nubs but before she could even get a taste, she felt the arms come around and pull her in.

"Ohh!"

Mercy giggled, licking the breasts that were in her face. "Y-you're too drrunk to do that, chiiica!" Mercy said, referring to unhooking her bra, only to be quickly proven wrong when it was yanked off her.

Mercy stumbled back, falling against the door and sliding down it a bit as she looked at Angel with hungry, pouting eyes. "I... they aren't bad, yeah?" She said and glanced down at her exposed chest, pale with cute, pink nipples.