SWEET AFTERNOON

Celeste and Lena make the afternoon sweeter than it has any right to be. Two women who want each other badly, and they show it. The blonde’s small breasts rise against the brunette’s open mouth, and a sigh slips out when tongue meets nipple. Fingers trace pale skin, dip lower, find wet heat. They shift without hurry, lips parting slick folds, licking with slow, deliberate strokes that leave both of them trembling. Their pace changes when bodies flip into a perfect sixty-nine. Blonde hair spills across thighs while darker strands brush stomach. Tongues move deeper, hips rock in quiet rhythm, and the room fills with the wet, steady sound of mouths working. Nothing is rushed. They simply stay there, tasting, sucking, losing track of everything except the heat they keep feeding between them.