Side Hustle

Arcadia and Cherrie Blaze turn a simple chore into something they both can enjoy. Their tight white singlets cling to every curve, the fabric nearly see-through where their nipples press against the glass. Tiny shorts ride high on their thighs as they stretch, wipe, thrust and sway, each movement sharper than the last. Soon they lose interest in the windows. Mouth meets mouth, bodies grind, their backs flat to the cool pane. Breath clouds the spot they just cleaned. Inside, they drop onto the couch and peel off what little they still wear. Tongues trace warm skin, slow and hungry. Cherrie’s lips part Arcadia’s thighs, then switch. Arcadia returns the favor with the same greed. When they roll, it is Cherrie who offers first—arching her back so Arcadia can lick between her cheeks and slide two fingers inside. They take turns, each giving herself over to the other’s tongue and hand, until the room fills with soft, wet sounds and the occasional sharp gasp.