Fucking Copycats

Taurus and Annie had the night planned. Dresses tight. Heels high. Then they caught it—same cut, same color, same fucking dress. Annie swore first. Taurus laughed it off, then caught the spark in Annie's eyes. The air changed. Words stopped. Taurus pushed Annie back against the wall, slid two fingers straight between her thighs, and Annie was already wet. She bucked against the hand, grabbed Taurus by the hair, dragged her down until her mouth met Annie's cunt. Tongue and fingers moved hard and fast. Annie came first, thighs shaking, then pulled Taurus up and flipped her over the bed, returning the favor until they both lay breathless, dresses half-off, heels still on.