Lovers' Last Time

Lasirena69 stands before the mirror the night before her wedding, satin folds hugging her curves. She turns, admiring how the dress catches the light. Sofi watches from the doorway, fingering the hem of her own shirt. One day, she thinks out loud, maybe she'd wear white too. Lasirena69 catches her reflection and smiles. Of course you will. Any woman would be lucky to claim you. Sofi's cheeks flush. Their fingers find each other, warm and easy, until the grip lingers. Lasirena69's eyes darken. That sly look makes Sofi's stomach flip—suddenly she knows what comes next. I thought we said we wouldn't anymore, Sofi whispers, half-laughing, half-dizzy. Lasirena69 answers with her mouth on Sofi's throat. Tomorrow I start a new life. Tonight I want you to remember how good we feel. Clothes come off in impatient handfuls, lace crumpling to the floor. They tumble across cool sheets. Lasirena69 slides two fingers between Sofi's slick folds; Sofi mirrors her, pressing hard against Lasirena69's cunt until both women rock and moan, chasing wet friction. Lasirena69 arches, thighs trembling, while Sofi's breath hitches with every circling thumb. Bodies twist, slide, press closer, hungry for one last taste of each other before vows replace freedom.