Staying Home For Some Quality Time

Serene Siren and Emma Rosie were supposed to be out the door already, dressed for some awful multi-level marketing pitch their friend was throwing. Instead they sat on the couch in robes and bare legs, grumbling about how little time they ever had to themselves these days. Serene tapped out a quick lie about both of them feeling sick, hit send, and tossed the phone aside. The moment the message was gone, the air changed. Serene’s hand slid under Emma’s robe, found the small swell of her breast and the tiny silver bar that pierced it, gave it the gentlest tug. Emma’s breath caught, her own fingers already tugging at Serene’s robe until the older woman’s full, heavy tits spilled free. They kissed like they’d been waiting all week for this exact moment. Serene laid Emma back on the cushions, spread her open, and slipped two fingers straight into her. Emma was already wet, tight around the intrusion, rocking her hips to pull Serene deeper. The phone rang. Serene answered on speaker, voice suddenly hoarse and slow, while her fingers kept working in slow, steady strokes inside Emma. Emma bit her lip, trying to stay quiet, but her body gave her away with every tremor. Serene carried on the conversation, feigning a cough, all the while pressing her thumb to Emma’s clit and curling her fingers just right, pushing her closer to the edge while the friend on the other end kept talking about essential oils and missed sales.