To The Limits

Mia Evans and Lilien Ford locked eyes across the silk sheets. Both women had stayed laced in their lace, but their hands wandered, slow and certain. Mia went first. She coated her fingers with warm lube, then eased one inside Lilien, two, three, four. The blonde arched, breathing through her teeth, hips tilting higher. Mia waited until Lilien’s cunt relaxed, soft and pulsing, then slid her thumb alongside and pressed farther. Knuckles disappearing, wrist snug against wet lips. Lilien gasped the same time her belly fluttered. The stretch filled her; heavy, perfect. With a low moan she reached down, wanting Mia the same way. Two women, almost mirror moves, wrist-deep and moving together. The room filled with slick sounds, short breaths, the slap of skin on skin. Each push felt hotter than the last. Limits giving way, pleasure rewriting the night.