Come Over

Evenings stretch long when you live alone. Kirby knows this, so she answers the call. She drops everything for Jean. Both women move straight past small talk. Clothes hit the floor. Skin meets skin. They taste each other without hurry, tongues slow and sure, tracing tight circles around sensitive spots. Kirby parts Jean’s legs and takes her time, sliding inside with gentle strokes until Jean’s thighs shake. Jean returns the favor, pressing her mouth to Kirby’s ass and licking deep, savoring the warm, clean taste of her. They sixty-nine without rushing, breathing harder each time tongues flick and lips suck. When the kisses come, they last, wet and heavy, tongues sliding, lips swollen and slick, until the wet sounds fill the quiet room.