Lesbian Doctors

Two women tangled on silk sheets. One grips the base of a thick glass dildo and works it into her lover with slow, exact pressure, watching the clear length disappear. The other arches, knees falling wider. Every stroke drags a fresh rush of slickness that coats the toy, the fingers, the soft skin between them. They trade places without breaking rhythm—hands reaching, hips lifting, breath rasping. The dildos gleam, wet and heavy. Nothing else exists except the next thrust, the next sound, the next tightening wave they chase together.