Road Queen #05

Anna Belle slips from her sheets and pads down the hall. Her mind won’t quiet, not with Heather’s body still humming under her skin. She raps once on the door, steps inside, and finds the redhead sprawled in black lace that barely covers what matters. Heather’s eyes open, already knowing. Anna Belle climbs onto the bed and their mouths meet—slow, hungry, tasting every breath. Hands slide under straps, over warm skin. Heather arches, her thigh slipping between Anna Belle’s legs. The kiss deepens. Heat gathers. A teasing palm cups Heather’s ass, fingers pressing lower, seeking the tight ring of muscle. Heather moans into the blonde’s mouth, legs parting. Anna Belle works one slick fingertip in, slow and certain, stretching her open while their tongues keep tangling. Every thrust of that finger is matched by the roll of hips, the wet slide of lace against lace, until the room is nothing but breathing, friction, and the promise of more.