Descent, Scene #03

Dana Vespoli steps inside her house after a long day. The air shifts. Something electric pulls at her chest. She catches a glimpse of her husband’s face—phantom, distorted—and follows the pull like instinct into the bathroom. There she is. Karlie Montana, naked and weightless, drifts in the tub like she belongs there. Red hair spreads across the surface like spilled silk. She doesn’t ask. Her hands move straight to Dana’s blouse, slipping buttons free. The fabric falls. Then the skirt. Then everything else. Dana steps in without hesitation, water rising to meet skin. She doesn’t linger. Dana goes straight between the wet curves of Karlie’s ass, lips parting, tongue moving deeper. Karlie’s toes find their way into her mouth, slow and deliberate. A flicker of teeth, a flick of tongue, nothing rushed. Later, in the bedroom, there’s less water but more heat. Karlie lies back, legs open, and Dana crawls in between them—tongue slow, then faster, mouth full. Karlie’s breath breaks. Their mouths meet. Wet. Soft. Urgent. Tongues sliding, lips locking, bodies twisting until both of them shake through it—together, slow and soaked in each other.