Affair

Tracy and Vanea can’t stay away. Both have men waiting at home, but when they meet, the rest disappears. They undress each other like it’s the first time, eyes hungry, fingers already restless. Tracy kisses a slow trail down Vanea’s stomach, then buries her face between those soft thighs, tongue moving in easy, knowing strokes. Vanea answers with two fingers sliding deep into Tracy’s cunt, curling just right, drawing out wet little sounds that fill the room. They lick and stroke, stretch the minutes, drawing every shiver, every moan. Their bodies know the routine yet still ache for more. When Tracy comes, her thighs clamp around Vanea’s head and her moan breaks into laughter. A little later, Vanea arches, hips jerking, fingers twisted in Tracy’s hair. They sprawl together afterward, skin damp, breath steadying. But someone else is learning those same tricks from Vanea’s mouth, and the secret keeps both women on edge, sweet and dangerous.