A Million Times Yes

Giselle roots through her drawers hunting a particular dress when a strange box catches her eye. Inside waits a diamond ring—Riley’s silent question. Giselle’s breath catches. Her skin prickles as she slides into black lace and perches on the bed’s edge, thighs spread just enough to reveal the damp crotch of the tiny thong. She watches the door, pulse racing. Riley walks in and freezes. Giselle lifts the ring, whispers “yes” again and again, voice breathy with want. They tumble across the sheets, mouths locking, limbs tangling. Hands slip lace aside; tongues circle hard nipples until each tip glistens. Riley kisses lower, tugging Giselle’s thong down with her teeth. Wetness shines on smooth lips. Riley’s fingers circle the swollen clit, then push inside, knuckles nudging silk. Giselle clamps, moans, begs for more until her voice cracks on a long, helpless cry. Giselle rolls her over, sucks Riley’s nipples to taut peaks, then drags the flat of her tongue along slick folds. Her tongue flicks faster; Riley bucks and swears, thighs trembling around Giselle’s face. Riley climbs astride, grinds her soaked cunt over Giselle’s, hips snapping in a filthy rhythm. Wet sounds fill the room. Need grows frantic. Riley flips her, spreads pale cheeks wide, then drags her tongue over the tight pucker. Giselle shivers, pleading to taste Riley in return. Riley flips again, hooks her ankles over Giselle’s shoulders. Giselle licks across Riley’s instep, sucking each toe slowly, then lowers her dripping slit onto Riley’s and rides—clits slipping, juices mingling, thrusts hard and graceless. Their voices climb together, raw and open, until both bodies lock and pulse, slick skin quivering, gasping through the long, deep rush of release.