When The Boys Left

No boys in sight. Just Adelle Sabelle and Angie Lynx. Skin meeting skin. Tongues working between parted thighs, slow circles that turn urgent. Fingers sliding deep, knuckles glistening. The shared toy pushes in and out in an easy rhythm, spreading them open. One mouth sucks, the other moans. Breath catches. Their bodies rock together. Messy, wet, and impossible to look away from.