Two Girls

Ivy and Uma lock eyes. Nothing else matters. They slip away, naked skin gleaming beneath the dim light, already touching, already breathing the same air. Ivy reaches for the thick bottle of lotion, pours a warm ribbon across Uma's belly and rubs it in slow circles with her palm. Uma shivers, thighs parting. She answers with her own handful of cream, spreading it between Ivy's legs until every soft fold glistens. They take turns—slow licks that linger, fast flicks that make the other girl gasp. Ivy kisses lower, tongue parting Uma's pussy, tasting the lotion and the heat beneath it. Uma moans into Ivy's cunt, lips slick, chin wet. Their hips move. Their fingers slide. The lotion warms under skin and tongue until nothing exists but the give of flesh and the sound of hungry mouths. Time stretches. Pleasure folds in on itself. Two bodies lock, grind, drink each other in until the night melts around them.