Love Me Or Loathe Me

Nata Gold sits on the bed and peels off her shirt. Her big tits spill free, nipples already tight. She slides a hand between her thighs and rubs slow circles over her panties. Across the room, Zazie Skymm watches from the doorway, half-dressed in borrowed shorts that barely stay on her hips. Zazie steps in, yanks the shorts down, and lets them drop. She is naked, small and sharp where Nata is soft and full. "Those are mine," Nata says. Zazie answers by climbing onto the bed and pushing Nata’s hand away, replacing it with her own. Fingers slip under the fabric, find wet heat, and push inside. Nata bites her lip but does not stop her. Zazie pumps harder, free hand squeezing one heavy breast, rolling the nipple until Nata’s hips jerk. She leans down, tongue flicking the other nipple, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Nata grabs Zazie’s hair and pulls her into a kiss that tastes like anger. They roll until Zazie straddles Nata’s thigh, grinding, leaving a wet trail on smooth skin. Nata reaches up, two fingers sliding into Zazie, matching the rhythm Zazie sets on her own clit. They fuck like enemies who know every secret. When Zazie comes first she bites Nata’s shoulder, teeth sharp. Nata follows seconds later, thighs clamping around Zazie’s wrist, a low moan breaking out of her. Sweat sticks them together. Neither moves. The air is thick with everything they refuse to say.