Energy

Mia buzzed around the kitchen, slicing bread and stacking cold cuts, her mind fixed on the night ahead. She arranged everything just so, checking the clock twice, then a third time. When the knock came, her pulse jumped. She opened the door, voice catching as she asked Marina inside, offering drinks, food, anything that might make her stay. Marina’s eyes swept over her, appreciative and slow, before stepping close. Their mouths met, urgent, tongues sliding together as hands started to wander. Clothing dropped where they stood. Mia reached down, finding Marina wet and slick already, fingers moving in steady strokes that pulled low sounds from both throats. They moved from doorway to hallway, fucking pressed against the wall, hips grinding until Marina gasped and squirted down Mia’s thigh. In the living room Mia sank to the floor, Marina’s tongue working between her legs until her thighs shook and her release pooled beneath her. They tried the kitchen counter next, Mia on her back, legs spread wide while Marina thrust into her with long fingers. Juice spilled down Mia’s ass and across the tiles. Only when they reached the bedroom did Marina stretch Mia on the sheets, crawling between her legs to lap and suck until Mia flooded again, the sheets growing heavy and warm under their bodies.