Leaving Angel City - Part 5

Two women lie spread open across silk sheets, knees bent wide. One tongue moves slowly over wet skin, lingering just long enough before pressing deeper. Fingers follow—two, then three—pushing in at a steady pace until the first girl arches and takes them all the way. The other keeps her mouth busy, lips sliding, breath warm, and the room stays quiet except for the soft, wet sounds of both bodies working against each other. Their hips rise together, unhurried, every stroke and lick measured, deliberate, like they have nowhere else to be but right here.