Alien Ass Party, Scene #01

Sarah Shevon meets Luna C. Kitsuen in a sweaty fever of chrome and flesh. The two brunettes kiss like they mean to drown each other, the vibrator thrumming against their thighs as thick strings of spit slide down bellies and breasts. Fingers sink into the heat of one another—Luna’s first, then two, then four—stretching Sarah open until she shivers and sprays clear across the sheet. They trade rim after rim, tongues lapping tight puckers slick with saliva, then push fat toys in and pull them right back to their mouths, licking each glistening inch. When Sarah pushes out, Luna doesn’t flinch; she leans in, seals her lips around the soft pink bloom and suckles slow and greedy. Sarah sits on her face, grinds, while Luna’s pierced nipples brush across her calves. The room fills with breath and the sticky chorus of skin meeting tongue, hour after hour, every clean surface long since forgotten.