Chasin' Pink - Part 2

Coral Sands and Tia Bella skip the men tonight. They fill the kitchen like they own it. Morning light pours over the counter. They press close to the window. No curtain, no pause, no shame. They touch and kiss until need climbs higher. The first toy slips between them, humming along wet skin. A second follows, slick, deeper, matched to each other's rhythm. Pleasure breaks sharp. Their mouths stay open. They keep going until the glass fogs and the table bears every mark they've made.