Bus Stops #03

They slip away together while the others linger, closing the bedroom door behind them. India pushes Moxxie onto the bed, straddles her, and tugs open the silk ties of her robe. Their mouths meet in a deep kiss, tongues sliding, breathing already ragged. India’s hands work fast—one cupping a breast, thumb flicking the nipple, the other trailing lower to part Moxxie’s thighs. Moxxie arches, gasping, when two fingers slide through wet heat and press inside. India curls them, finding the spot that makes Moxxie shake, then dips her head to taste her. Her tongue circles the swollen clit in tight, relentless strokes while her fingers thrust steady and sure. Moxxie grabs India’s hair, holding her there, hips rocking harder with each wave that ripples through her. When she comes, it’s sudden—sharp cry, thighs clenching, whole body jerking. India doesn’t let her finish alone. She rises, knees bracketing Moxxie’s face, and grinds down. Moxxie’s tongue answers, licking deep, sucking India’s clit in quick pulses until India’s thighs tremble and she moans low, coming against Moxxie’s mouth. Breath still catching, they roll together again, fingers and mouths finding every wet, wanting place until the sheets are ruined and they’re both spent.