SEXY Satin Wedgie Time

They stood side by side in front of the mirror, hair half-done, lipstick open on the vanity. Vanna noticed first. The pale sheen sliding between Chloe’s cheeks. “Matching,” she said, running a finger under the waistband. Chloe felt the silk catch and pull upward, fabric bunching tight between her lips. She exhaled through her nose and returned the favor, tugging Vanna’s panties higher until the satin dug in and split her open. Neither spoke. They sank to the carpet still dressed for the night, thighs parting, mouths seeking. Chloe licked a slow stripe up the trapped satin before pulling it aside, tasting her. Vanna’s tongue followed the same path, fabric warm and damp against her cheek. Hands stayed busy, dragging the underwear higher each time one of them moaned, until the satin was soaked and wedged deep. They kept at it, hips rolling, fabric creasing and stretching, until the clothes they’d chosen an hour earlier lay crumpled and forgotten around their ankles.