Pure Passion

Silvana watches from the couch as Jillian shuts the door and crosses the room. The quiet clicks of her heels are the only sound until Jillian stops, bites her lip, and says what she has been holding back. Silvana stands. Their mouths meet. Hands move fast. Jillian’s shirt is peeled away first, her small breasts bare under Silvana’s palms. Silvana’s blouse follows, dropped to the floor without care. Fingers trail over tight skin, slip beneath waistbands, search. Jillian finds wetness and pushes two fingers inside, curling, drawing a low sound from Silvana’s throat. Silvana answers by sliding her own hand between Jillian’s legs, stroking in steady rhythm. They sink to the couch together, legs tangled. Every thrust builds, slick and urgent, until both women tense, shudder, and break apart in long, shaking release.