Seducing My Straight White Best Friend #02 - Amari Anne & Angeline Red

Amari and Angeline sat cross-legged on the bed. Angeline rolled her eyes, cheeks flushed. "He never gets me there," she admitted. Amari cocked a brow. "You have hands." "I don't really do that," Angeline muttered, picking at her sleeve. "I wouldn't even know what I'm doing." Amari blinked, amused, then leaned in with a low, teasing laugh. "Angel, you NEED to get yourself off." Angeline resisted until Amari pulled her own tee over her head. "Come on. Watch." Fingers slid beneath the lace. Slow circles. Short breaths. Angeline copied, shy at first, then quicker, hips tilting toward her palm. Heat pooled fast, the air grew thick, and suddenly Angeline's own hand felt dull compared with the confident glide of Amari's. "Fuck it," she whispered, voice catching, and reached for her best friend instead.