Step-Sisters & Secret Lovers

Romy Indy pins Sharon White to the mattress, hips rolling slow and heavy. Their mouths meet with that wet click of tongues. Romy’s hand slips between Sharon’s thighs, and the sound that follows is thick, slick, filthy. Sharon bucks up, chasing the pressure of those fingers—two of them knuckle-deep now, opening her nice and wide. Romy’s clit drags against the muscle of Sharon’s leg every time she grinds down, leaving a streak that cools in the air. One of them moans; they can’t tell whose voice it is anymore. Fingers and tongues work greedily, mapping every wet fold and hidden ridge until the sheets under them turn dark and cling to bare skin. They come like that—open-mouthed, thighs shaking, breath broken.