SWEET AFTERNOON

Celeste and Lena stretch across the sheets like two cats in heat, eating each other without pause. Lena's mouth is open on Celeste's cunt, tongue dragging wet and heavy. Celeste answers with equal hunger, lips parting folds that are already slick. Fingers slide, press, disappear knuckle-deep. They roll, switch, lick harder. Then they hook their thighs around each other's heads and lock into sixty-nine. Breathing stops being quiet. The room fills with the wet sound of their tongues working and the helpless little grunts each girl makes when the other sucks her clit. Legs shake, hands grip tighter, and neither slows down. Their bodies shine with sweat and spit. Every movement says the same thing: neither one wants to stop.