What Goes Up, Must Come Down

Bella Rolland and Olivia Madison ride the freight elevator to the top. Inside the cramped metal box they waste no time. Bella pushes Olivia against the cool wall, palms her breasts, then drops to her knees. Her tongue parts Olivia’s slick folds and laps slow, hungry strokes. Olivia slides a hand into Bella’s hair, tilts her own hips forward. With one leg hooked over Bella’s shoulder, she grinds against that warm mouth until her thighs start to shake. They switch. Now Bella’s back is pressed to the grate and Olivia is kneeling, tongue working fast circles around Bella’s swollen clit. Juices drip down Bella’s inner thigh, Olivia licks them up, then drives two fingers inside her. The elevator hums. The air fills with sharp, wet sounds and low, ragged breaths. Bella’s moan echoes off the steel as she comes first, a rush of heat against Olivia’s lips. Olivia keeps sucking, soft and steady, until her own climax follows—muscles fluttering, toes curling inside her heels. The doors could open any second. Neither moves to stop.