The Wife is Tight

Two women stretch out on cool sheets. The brunette trails her mouth down her lover’s thigh, pausing where the skin is softest. She breathes in the scent, then opens her. Slow strokes of her tongue draw out the wetness, each lap answered by a quiet, hungry sound. Her lover’s feet curl and flex against the mattress; toes brush the brunette’s shoulder, press, then go slack. The motion repeats—tongue pressing deeper, fingers parting the folds—until the woman’s hips lift and her breath catches, every wet sound filling the room.