Please Make Me Lesbian #12

She strips. Stands bare before him, fabric collapsing at her feet. The air cools her skin and the stranger’s presence warms it back. Later, fluids mingle, slick and heated, folding the two bodies together. She grips. He pushes. Their motions echo, wet noises turning rhythmic, pausing only to pull closer and start again. Then release hits. Her nails bite deeper into his shoulders while his hips stutter forward, everything inside tightening, then slackening. Sweat cools. Breath slows. They separate without a word, skin brushing once more on exit.