For Their Viewing Pleasure

Anna Claire Clouds has six months in Italy. Her wife, Scarlett Alexis, backs the move with warm words and steady hands. Still, the two have barely slept apart for three nights running. They kiss deep every morning, grind slow and rough when the mood spikes, and both already ache knowing touch will vanish. Vanilla afternoons become hungry nights. They want something to take overseas. So Anna proposes they film themselves fucking before she flies. One raw session to replay when distance pulls at them. Scarlett agrees at once. Why keep it polite, she asks. They should push harder than they ever have—Anna can fuck her with a harness strapped snug between her legs, working thick and steady until Scarlett comes shaking. The plan lands and the silence that follows crackles. Both women feel the low burn already.