Girl Play

Scarlett Sage and Sera Ryder reach for each other the second the lights go low. Scarlett presses her mouth between Sera’s thighs and eats like she’s been starved for days—slow circles, then fast flicks that make Sera’s hips lift off the sheets. Sera moans, open-mouthed, her hand buried in Scarlett’s hair. When the strap slides into place, Scarlett climbs on top, guides the head between slick folds, and sinks down until she can feel every inch. She rides it hard—slow glides turning into a desperate rhythm—while Sera grips her waist and thrusts up to meet her. The sound is wet, filthy, skin slapping skin. Their breathing turns ragged. Scarlet grinds, belly taut, chasing the edge, and Sera watches, eyes dark with hunger. Finally she grabs the base, angles deeper, drives Scarlett straight into her climax. The orgasm slams through them both in long, shuddering waves, leaving their bodies trembling, sweat-slick, utterly spent.