Double Sophie

Double the Sophies, double the trouble. Two blondes lay tangled on the bed, fingers sliding over flushed skin, still breathing hard from the ride home. One arches as the other's hand slips between her legs, a slow press, then a firmer one. Nails graze nipples, soft bites leave faint marks, and wet lips meet in kisses that leave spit glistening on chins. The air smells like sex and sweat and perfume that's rubbed half off. They're in no hurry. They just stay right there, touching and tasting until the sheets are damp and their thighs are slick.