The Broken Bed

Kenzie Reeves sits on her bed, book open, when pounding starts upstairs. She shakes it off—until the rhythm turns relentless. Up there, Darcie Dolce is riding her ex, slamming so hard the frame groans. When Darcie finally comes downstairs, she knocks, steps in, and asks if Kenzie minds sharing the mattress for a night. Kenzie hesitates. Darcie explains: her ex grinds like a freight train; the bed split clean in two. Sharing sounds risky to Kenzie, but Darcie swears it’s harmless. She strips, flops onto the sheets, and sighs. Kenzie’s eyes lock on the heavy sway of Darcie’s breasts—full, round, nothing like her own. Darcie catches the stare and guides Kenzie’s palms over them, nipples stiff under soft skin. The touch sparks something hot in Kenzie’s belly. Darcie notices the flush and spreads wider, voice low: “Rub me there.” In seconds Darcie lies bare, legs parted. Kenzie circles her clit, slick and swollen, watching Darcie’s chest rise. Darcie peels Kenzie’s shirt away and pulls her into a slow, hungry kiss, mouths meeting deep. The ex is gone; the night belongs to them.