Once the two were upstairs Rachel slammed Santana into her bedroom door, not hesitating in putting her thigh between the girl's legs and pressing it forcefully upward. Santana gasped and unashamedly ground down into Rachel's thigh. Her wetness left a trail up the smaller girl's thigh.
"Fuck, Rachel." Santana moaned into the girl's ear. Grinding harder and faster.
"We need to move this to the bed. I'm going to take out all the frustration you caused today on you." Rachel husked in the Latina's ear and she almost came right then and there between the grinding, Rachel's voice and the thought of what the night could possibly have in store for her.
"Oh God, yes Rachel keep talking tell me what you are going to do to me." Santana moaned, not letting the couple leave the door, grinding as fast and hard as she can into the singer's thigh.
Rachel, getting the point started matching Santana's motions on her thigh. "First, I'm going to fuck you into this door, making you come without even laying a finger on you." Santana moaned out Rachel's name and started sucking on her neck for encouragement. "Then I'm going to throw you on my bed and rip that skirt off your body. It has been torturing me for years, and I'm going to finally get under it." Santana was getting close to the edge; she could feel her orgasm fast approaching. "Then I'm going to drive my tongue into your pussy and slam three fingers in you, I know you're wet enough I can feel it as you hump my leg like a good slut."
That was enough, Santana screamed out and a rush of fluid covered Rachel's thigh. The smaller girl had to hold up the Latina so she didn't fall to the ground. With surprising strength Rachel picked Santana up and threw her on the bed, giving no time for recovery, she ripped the skirt off and threw it to the side, enjoying the fact that Santana had no underwear on.