We're Too Young To Feel This Old!!

The couples are wrapping up dinner. Sabina and Chanell reach for their coats, then freeze when the clock reads 8:47. Too early to be tired. Too early for the night to be over. Mocha laughs first. A short, rueful sound that lands between them like a dropped glass. They used to close down bars. Now they fold laundry at dusk. Chanell leans back against the table, nipples pushing at the thin silk of her dress, silver rings catching the light. Her voice comes low and certain: “Then let’s fuck like we used to.” Silence. A held breath. Then four women move at once. Kisses land hard, teeth and tongues and the faint taste of red wine. Clothes drop in careless piles. Mocha drops to her knees, lips parting Keira’s smooth, bare lips, tongue finding the wet heat between them. Keira moans, fingers twisted in mocha curls. Across the rug, Sabina spreads Chanell open and licks in long, deliberate strokes, the metal bar through her own clit hood glinting each time she rocks forward. Bodies shift, rearrange, stack. Someone’s fingers slip inside, curl, press. Someone else answers with her mouth. Natural tits sway above hungry tongues. The room fills with slick sounds and soft, filthy encouragement. They prove the point again and again until the clock no longer matters.