Say Yes To The Sex

Krystal Davis perked up the moment Kimmy Kimm stepped out in the final gown. The fabric hugged her hips and split high, flashing smooth thigh with every shift of weight. Lace hinted at the way it would peel away if the night went right. The older woman’s eyes sharpened. “Remember what we used to do?” she asked, voice low and even. “One last time. For old times’ sake.” Kimmy let her hand trail along the open slit, felt the heat rise under the silk, and answered with a single, soft nod.