Just Like That

Gizelle Blanco and Chloe Amour catch each other's eyes in matching lace. They peel the straps from their shoulders, letting the fabric slip down their hips. Bare now, they sink back. Gizelle spreads first, fingers gliding over her smooth folds, rubbing slow circles that make her breath catch. Chloe watches, then follows, pressing two fingers inside herself. The room fills with soft, wet sounds. Gizelle works faster, hips lifting to meet her hand. Chloe matches her rhythm, curling her fingers deeper. Each stroke draws a quiet moan. Their eyes stay locked. They come close together, bodies tightening, thighs trembling, the air thick with release.