School's Out

Melody and Serene lock eyes across the silk sheets, mouths already parted, breaths shorter than they admit. Melody crawls forward, palms flat, spine curved low until her tongue finds the wet heat between Serene’s thighs. Serene answers with a raw moan, hips lifting, hand tangled in blonde hair, guiding that hungry mouth exactly where it burns best. Fingers push inside without ceremony—two of them, deep and steady—working in rhythm with every lash of tongue. They change places again. Now Serene is on top, grinding hard, clit sliding over Melody’s open lips. Sweat-slicked skin catches the low light, thighs tremble, voices crack when they come. The room smells like sex, sounds like need, and the two of them stay right there, still rolling their hips even after they’ve both broken open.