Second Chances

Riley Nixon pressed Stella against the cold cell wall. Their mouths crashed together, wet and frantic, tongues sliding deep. Riley tore open Stella’s shirt, mouth latching onto soft, pale tits, sucking the nipples hard enough to make her whimper. Stella yanked Riley’s jeans down, dropped to her knees, and buried her face between Riley’s thick thighs, licking through soaked folds like she’d been starving. They switched places. Laps, tongues, spit—then they climbed onto the narrow cot, locked hips, mouths full of each other. Slick, hot, messy. Stella’s tongue flicked Riley’s clit in time with two fingers thrusting inside her. Riley ground back, sucking Stella’s swollen lips until they both came—hard, shaking, fingers still buried deep.