Shopping Spree

Kiara locked the fitting room door. Her fingers slid along Geisha’s waist, tracing the tight satin. She pressed her mouth against the small of her back, then up, tasting skin. Geisha turned, breath short, and met her lips. Kiara kissed harder—tongue deep, hands gripping those narrow hips. The mirror caught everything: red hair spilling over a smaller frame, silk slipping off shoulders. Kiara sank to her knees, palms spreading Geisha open, mouth working fast and wet. Geisha braced herself on the wall, hips rolling. Kiara moaned into her, breath hot, fingers slick. The changing room filled with low sounds—clothes rustling, skin meeting, gasps that cut off every time footsteps passed outside.