Girl Time

Kiara and Carolina know each other's bodies down to the heartbeat. They drift close when the urge hits, whether the men are around or not, and slip into that private rhythm only the two of them have perfected. When they touch, it's soft yet certain; when they taste, every stroke lands exactly where it blooms. Carolina leans back and opens, and Kiara presses her mouth there, tongue moving slow until Carolina's thighs start to shake. Later Carolina returns the favor, lips firm and hungry, drawing out the small, helpless sounds Kiara makes just for her. No rush, no games. Just the slick heat they pull from one another and the quiet thrill of being perfectly understood.