Morphine - Part 1

Two women skid to a stop on a quiet road at dusk, the top down, the air cooling their bare skin. They climb into the back. One slides a hand between her lover’s thighs and pushes two fingers deep. The other moans and pushes back, seeking more. They peel off shorts and underwear, soaked fabric tossed aside, then move together. One presses her tongue flat against her lover’s clit, tasting salt and heat. The other reaches for the pink toy tucked in the console and switches it on. She rubs the buzzing head over her partner’s slick cunt in slow circles before sliding it inside. The woman gasps, lifts her hips, and rides it. Fingertips still working, she curls them and hears a wet squelch. In one smooth motion she swaps, sinking the toy into her own dripping hole while her lover sucks hard on her swollen clit. They swap hands, lips, and the toy until both are shaking, legs spread in the fading light, juices gleaming on the leather seat.