While The Husbands Are Away

Masha leaned in, voice low. "Our husbands only care about football. It's pathetic." Eva sighed and nodded, knees tucked beneath her. Both men had packed up, left town for the week, and the house felt quiet as a tomb. They needed something to fill the hours. "We should spend more time together," Eva said, soft, almost shy. Masha smiled, slow and sure. "I already have an idea." She slid closer, fingers brushing Eva's wrist. Color bloomed across Eva's cheeks, but she didn't pull away. Masha tugged the thin strap of Eva's dress, slid it off her shoulder, and kissed the bare skin she found there. Eva gasped, light, almost a laugh, and tilted her head back. Masha's mouth traveled lower, teeth grazing, breath warm. Eva's thighs parted. Masha's hand slipped beneath the hem of her dress, found the heat waiting between her legs. Eva arched. Her cunt clenched around Masha's fingers as they pushed inside, slick and eager. "Harder," Eva whispered, hips rolling, shy gone, hunger in its place. Masha smiled against her throat and gave her what she wanted.