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Mile High Club
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For Her Viewing Pleasure
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Ivy and Veronica wear the same navy uniforms, but that is where the resemblance ends. Ivy keeps her hair pinned tight for work; the second she steps into their apartment she shakes it loose. Veronica drops her carry-on and her jacket at the same time, leaving a trail straight to the bedroom. They know the schedule. Ivy has two nights off, Veronica has three. The first thing they do is rip the pantyhose down each other’s legs. Ivy likes to kiss the inside of Veronica’s knee before she drags her mouth higher, tonguing the crease where thigh meets cunt. She stays there until Veronica’s hips jerk and her voice cracks open. When Veronica finally comes, it is sudden, her hand fisted in Ivy’s hair, thighs clamped tight around her head. Then it is Ivy’s turn. Veronica pushes her onto the mattress, spreads her open, and works two fingers in without warning. Ivy moans, back arching, the noise loud in the quiet apartment. Veronica curls her fingers, thumb pressed hard against Ivy’s clit, and does not stop until Ivy is shaking apart in short, helpless pulses. They keep trading. Mouths, fingers, whatever is closest. Ivy rides Veronica’s face until her knees give. Veronica straddles Ivy’s thigh, grinding until the sheets are soaked. Between them they lose count, every orgasm feeding the next. Their airline pins end up somewhere on the floor, forgotten.
Ivy and Veronica wear the same navy uniforms, but that is where the resemblance ends. Ivy keeps her hair pinned tight for work; the second she steps into their apartment she shakes it loose. Veronica drops her carry-on and her jacket at the same time, leaving a trail straight to the bedroom. They know the schedule. Ivy has two nights off, Veronica has three. The first thing they do is rip the pantyhose down each other’s legs. Ivy likes to kiss the inside of Veronica’s knee before she drags her mouth higher, tonguing the crease where thigh meets cunt. She stays there until Veronica’s hips jerk and her voice cracks open. When Veronica finally comes, it is sudden, her hand fisted in Ivy’s hair, thighs clamped tight around her head. Then it is Ivy’s turn. Veronica pushes her onto the mattress, spreads her open, and works two fingers in without warning. Ivy moans, back arching, the noise loud in the quiet apartment. Veronica curls her fingers, thumb pressed hard against Ivy’s clit, and does not stop until Ivy is shaking apart in short, helpless pulses. They keep trading. Mouths, fingers, whatever is closest. Ivy rides Veronica’s face until her knees give. Veronica straddles Ivy’s thigh, grinding until the sheets are soaked. Between them they lose count, every orgasm feeding the next. Their airline pins end up somewhere on the floor, forgotten.