Win-Win Situation

Mischa walked into the parlor already wet. Karlie took her ankles first. Slow, firm pressure slid up those calves and past her knees, and the heat pooled fast between Mischa’s thighs. By the time Karlie’s thumbs pressed inside, parting slick lips, Mischa’s breath shook. She arched and let the fingers dip deeper. The top slid away. Mischa almost stopped her. Karlie’s mouth found a nipple before doubt could form; teeth grazed, tongue flicked, and Mischa stayed put, hips rolling against the hand working inside her. Later they switched. Hands became tongues. Karlie stretched out on the table, thighs spread wide, and Mischa dove in, licking long and slow, savoring the taste. A quiet curse slipped from Karlie. She grabbed the edge of the table and came, thighs locked around Mischa’s head. Mischa followed seconds later—Karlie’s tongue pushing deep, two fingers curling, relentless. Both of them shaking, flushed, the room thick with their smell.