Jazmin's Touch - Episode 7

Jazmin grabs the leather collar on the woman’s jacket and yanks her close. Their mouths crash. Tongues slide together, wet and rough. Jazmin’s hand slips under the jacket, finds warm skin, and presses. Her fingers brush the lace edge of a bra, then push past it to cup a full breast. The rocker moans into her mouth. Jazmin squeezes. The nipple stiffens against her palm. She rolls it between her thumb and forefinger, tugging until the woman gasps. Hips press forward. Jazmin can feel heat through denim. She grinds once, hard, then backs off just enough to watch the woman’s mouth fall open. The rocker’s breath comes quick. Her pupils are blown. Jazmin smiles, slides her free hand down, cups her through the jeans, and squeezes. The rocker shudders. Her knees give. Jazmin holds her up with one strong arm and keeps rubbing, slow and deliberate, until the leather jacket creaks with every shiver.