Zadkiel

While she didn't need the help, Angel wasn't going to turn it down. She quickly matched her rhythm with Mercy's bucking, letting her slick tongue slide further, deeper into the girl, her nails digging into the flesh of her thighs as she tried to hold on tight to the pinkette's legs.

"Mmm...."

She groaned softly, at the feel of those thighs closing tighter around her face, the fingers tugging at her hair. She stopped for a moment, just for an instant, then suddenly shoved her tongue deeper, going for a final push within Mercy, determined to make the woman explode!

"Nooooooooo!"

Mercy practically howled when Angel paused. Though she could still feel the soft breath and wet lips pressed against her pussy, the sudden stop was excruciating. "A-Ang-EEEEELLLLL! Aieee!"

As she was about to scold Angel, she felt the tongue pierce her and instantly she flooded the Latina with her juices, squeezing Angel's head as tightly as she could before her whole body collapsed and unfurled around Angel. Her chest heaved, and she panted hotly into the space above her. "Oh, God." She managed.

Angel could only smile, as she heard Mercy scream, spilling her fluids onto her before collapsing around her. She purred, the Latina taking a moment to give Mercy's sex one more slow lick before pulling her head out from between her legs. She leaned to the side, grabbing the corner of a sheet, using it to gently wipe off her face, before sliding back up the bed, taking a position lying beside of Mercy. She snuggled in close, and leaned towards her ear, whispering softly to the pink haired cutie.

"How was that, chica...?"

"NooOOoo!"

Mercy squealed and shoved Angel's head away when she gave one last, playful lick. She shook her head and shivered as the jolt of pleasure ran through her before she melted back into the pillows. As Angel crawled up against her, Mercy instantly snuggled against her needfully and planted affectionate kisses on the Latina.

"It was...' She said between breathy kisses. "It was good... No. It was great!" She corrected herself. She then peered sheepishly at Angel. "You wore me out though...' She said, pouting apologetically. "If you want something, you're just going to have to crawl onto me. I don;t think I can hold my head up but my tongue works." Mercy blushed furiously.

"Just pretend I'm Heather or something!" She joked and then quickly turned her head. "Oh, god. what a mood killer..." She groaned and shut her eyes. "I'm sorry!" She tugged at her pink hair and rolled onto her back, peeling herself from Angel a bit.

Angel laughed, shaking her head at Mercy as the pinkette moved away and rolled onto her back. She waited for Mercy to close her eyes, then scooted back towards her, propping herself up a little bit beside of the woman. She looked down at her with a smile, raising her hand to Mercy's chest, letting her fingertips lazily trace over the paralegal's boobs.

"Nah. It takes a lot more than Heather to kill my mood, chica," she giggled, letting her eyes dance over the woman's body as she spoke. "But...do you really want me to do that, hmm~? I'm not as drunk as I was last night, chica, and it takes quite a bit to satisfy me, you know."

Mercy shivered as her breasts were touched by Angel. She opened her eyes just enough to see through the slits and smiled. "Nnn.... Yeah, sure, blame it on the alcohol. It wasn't cause I might be good, right?" Mercy teased and then rolled again, showing her back off to Angel before peeking over her shoulder and grinning.

"Do you know how many girls would kill for you to do that to them." She teased. "Just as long as you don't knock me out with your ghetto booty, I think it would be... ok..." She said and stuck her tongue out at Angel.

Just as she turned to roll back over to face Angel, her eyes widened. She could feel her ear twitching and though no sound could be heard, Mercy shot up to a sitting position, covering her chest modestly. "Shit!"

Mercy hopped up, discarding her sudden shyness as she slipped away from the Latina's bedroom. She quickly shuffled through Angel's house, going over to where their clothes had been strewn about the night before. As she approoached, she could clearly here the sound of her phone buzzing and buzzing. She picked it up and answered it with one hand while the other hand fidgeted with her clothes, pulling her panties on and quickly trying to button her dress shirt and pants once her bra was sloppily put on, one boob nearly hanging out.

The phone conversation consisted mostly of grunts of confirmation on Mercy's end until finally she hung up and stashed her phone. She was dressed once more but now looked especially disheveled. She practically stumbled back to the bedroom and then crashed into Angel, forcing their lips tightly together as Mercy kissed her Latina lover hard and deeply.

"Mmmmmmnnnnnnnmmmm!"

When she pulled away, she scrubbed the saliva from the corner of her lips and smiled at Angel. "I gotta go. Rally wants me in a little early and it's going to be a nightmare trying to get back home, change and ugh." She said and began to step away before she stopped. She turned back and winked. "We... should do this again, um. I had fun and." She paused for a moment. "Not just the sex, like... everything." Mercy smiled sheepishly. "And, I'll show you that I can get you hot, chica." She said with a laugh. She then wiggled her fingers at Angel and flashed the Latina a coy smile before hurriedly shuffling out the house.

"I'm sooooo dead!" She squeaked as she left.

Angel stared in surprise and shock as Mercy rushed out of her room, the Latina taken completely aback at the sudden change in the woman's attitude. She blinked a few times, trying to make sense of the situation, when Mercy burst right back into the room, practically tackling her as she forced Angel into the sudden and passionate kiss.

She moaned deeply into it, pushing against Mercy, moaning into the embrace as their lips touched. She was taken by surprise again when the pinkette broke the kiss back off, and she couldn't help but pout as Mercy gave her the brief explanation of what was happening. Before she even had time to try and think of a response, the paralegal was gone again, and Angel was left alone in the bed and soon alone in the apartment.

With a sigh, she collapsed onto the bed, snuggling into her blankets and closing her eyes. Screw working out today, she decided. She could afford a day off, and after the night (and morning!) that she had just had, she could use a little more rest.