Shades

Everybody has secrets. Lottie discovered hers early. The redhead learned she liked girls and paid for it at school until Alexa stood beside her through every shove and slur. Years later they still share everything. Except what they do when the door shuts. Alexa calls. Her place. Tonight. Lottie arrives first and waits on the bed, wrists already looped in silk. Alexa steps out of the shower, water tracing the heavy swell of her breasts beneath black lace. She keeps the distance, spreads her thighs, fingers working her cunt until she comes with a soft cry. Only then does she cross the room. Devil sticks drag over flushed skin. Two fingers slide into Lottie’s soaked pussy, come out glistening, slip between Alexa’s lips. She tastes, then drops lower, tongue parting wet folds before she rolls Lottie onto all fours and feasts on both holes. When she frees the restraints, she lies back, legs wide. Lottie crawls between them, mouth and fingers working in steady rhythm until Alexa swings a thigh over her face and rides her tongue, tits bouncing with every grind. Sixty-nine follows. Alexa’s tongue matches every flick Lottie gives her. The redhead watches the natural curves sway above her until Alexa shudders and comes hard, juices slick on Lottie’s lips. Afterward they dress in silence, secrets folded away again, best friends once more.