Ageless Love

Antonia leans in for a kiss, her mouth finding Belinda's with sudden heat. Clothes vanish one careless piece at a time. Skin meets skin, quick fingers slip between open thighs, tongues trace slick folds. They find a rhythm—slow circles turning faster—then she reaches to press deep, knuckle by knuckle. Belinda answers with the same steady strokes until both women breathe louder, hips bucking, coming apart in small, helpless sounds.