A Date To Remember

Kira Noir sits across from Brenna Sparx in the low light of some overpriced wine bar, watching the conversation die on the table between them. Neither can manufacture a spark. Then Kira feels it anyway, that low thrum in her stomach, and she stops pretending they need words. She leans across the linen, takes Brenna's mouth, and the kiss lands hard and sure. Brenna answers without hesitation. They barely make it through the door of Kira's apartment before clothes come off in messy handfuls. Fingers slide into slick heat. Tongues work fast, greedy, tasting sweat and salt. Kira straps the harness around her hips, the silicone cock jutting thick and dark between them. Brenna climbs on, sinking down with one long, shaking exhale. She rides in tight circles, cunt gripping every inch, breath breaking every time the base rubs her clit. Kira grips her waist, thrusting up to meet each drop. They change angles on the bed, legs tangled, Kira driving in from behind while Brenna's fingers twist in the sheets. Brenna comes first, loud and shaking, face buried in a pillow. Kira follows, hips stuttering, strap slick with both of them. They lie there catching air, already wondering when they'll do it again.