Keep The Lights On

Dina and Sara leave the lights on. They have no use for shadows. Two years in, they move like they’ve never heard of shame. Dina stretches herself wide across the bed, nothing hidden, nothing hurried, while Sara watches and then moves in. Sara’s mouth is hot and unhurried between Dina’s legs, tongue pressing firm and slow, and Dina pulls her closer by the hair, knees falling open with a soft sound that fills the room. Sara takes her time licking until Dina starts to tremble, thighs quivering on either side of her face. When Dina comes she makes no effort to hide it—back arched, cunt slick against Sara’s tongue, a raw cry torn from somewhere low in her chest. Sara doesn’t wait long. She climbs up, thighs slick with her own wetness, and grinds down hard against Dina’s mouth. Dina grips her ass and pulls her close, tongue stroking deep, relentless, until Sara shudders and soaks her lips. Neither woman looks away. They want every inch seen.