Girls in White #02

The party the night before had spun out, laughter spilling into the dark, but Veronica stayed pressed against the wall with her mouth set tight. Puma caught the look and grinned. Left out, she guessed. Veronica’s eyes followed every hand that slid down some other thigh, every moan swallowed under a stranger’s tongue. Puma’s stare sharpened. She crossed the room, caught Veronica by the wrist, and tugged her toward the bedroom without slowing down. Veronica muttered a protest, yet her feet obeyed. Puma shut the door, backed her to the bed, and reached beneath the mattress for the strap she kept hidden there. The harness snapped into place with a familiar click. Veronica’s breath hitched when Puma climbed over her and pressed the cool head of the toy between her thighs, still slick from the night before. No argument survived the first slow thrust. Puma set a steady rhythm, holding Veronica’s hips down when they bucked, until the bed started to creak and the leftover party sounds faded behind them.