Girls in White #007 001

Nina leads Satine through her bedroom door and closes it with her hip. The bed faces the mirror. Nina slips Satine’s robe from her shoulders, then her own. Skin on skin. Nina cups both of Satine’s breasts, fingers gentle at first, then firmer, thumbs stroking until her nipples rise into hard peaks. She lifts one, tongues the bead, sucks slow and wet, letting saliva trail. Satine’s breath sharpens. Nina switches sides, bites once, lightly, pulling until Satine exhales her name. Kneeling, Nina parts Satine’s thighs. Her fingers find already-wet curls and dip straight inside, thumb grazing the hood of her clit in the same rhythm her tongue circles the same tiny spot. Satine grabs Nina’s shoulder, nails bright points against bare skin. Nina looks up, lips glossy, grins quick as a cat, then lowers again—deeper this time, tongue flicking faster while two fingers glide in and out, curling just enough on every pull. The mirror catches everything: open thighs, flushed chest, Nina’s jaw working, Satine’s mouth parted, low helpless sound spilling free.