CHILLOUT

Giselle and Kaci stretch out on the sheets, limbs tangled, skin warm. Giselle dips first—her tongue dragging slow circles over Kaci’s clit, two fingers slipping inside until Kaci exhales through clenched teeth. They trade places; Kaci straddles Giselle’s mouth, rocking in lazy arcs while Giselle’s fingers glide over her own soaked cunt. Every wet slide, every sharp intake of breath, threads tighter until they come—short, keening sounds and the low give of thighs quivering around each other.