Fuck The Prom - And Fuck Me !

Eden Von Sleaze and Envy Vicious, like most Burning Angel girls, skipped prom. They zipped into slinky dresses and plotted to burst into some local high school, but things happened. They never left the house. Now they stretch across the couch, skin glistening where fabric slips, legs tangled and breath hitching as fingers explore soft skin beneath expensive satin. Eden’s mouth finds Envy’s neck, teeth grazing the warm pulse there, while Envy’s hand slides beneath silk, coaxing a throaty moan. Their untouched corsages lie forgotten on the floor. Outside, a city is going about its night; inside, the two women finally claim the pleasure they waited for, hips rocking slow and deliberate, mouths open and hungry, the expensive dresses pushed up rather than down, proving that passion never needed an official dance.