Girls In White #011 002

Kodi has been chosen for the Girls in White. Her skin brushes against expensive sheets. India wants more than a show. She points and Kodi answers with an immediate yes. India circles once, then lays the girl out across the high-backed chaise. Delicate white fabric slips down slim hips. Lips follow, hot and patient. India tastes salt, traces the rise of each breast with slow, curious thumbs. Knuckles brush the inside of Kodi’s thighs until breath quickens. When fingers slide in, the lace trim tightens around thighs that open willingly. The rhythm builds, wet and steady. Sweat pools at the small of Kodi’s back. Her moan slides out, ragged, before she loses it entirely against India’s mouth. Sheets twist. Silk sticks. India never hurries, and neither does the heat that keeps rising between them.