Heavenly bodies

Celeste has an ass that stops people mid-sentence. Perfect round globes, taut skin that catches the light like polished marble. Sandy can’t stop staring whenever her friend bends over. Black lace clings to both curves, the thong disappearing between them, framing the whole thing like expensive gift wrap. Sandy feels heat pool low in her belly, a steady throb that answers the sight. Celeste knows the effect, so she lingers at the dresser, hips rocking a little extra as she chooses earrings. The slow sway makes Sandy bite her lip. Celeste glances back, catches the look, smiles with lazy satisfaction. She crosses the room and Sandy rises to meet her, hands sliding straight to those silky cheeks, squeezing, parting them just enough that the lace strains. Celeste answers by palming Sandy’s breast through satin, thumb circling the hard peak. They press close, bodies fitting thigh-to-thigh, breath mingling. Celeste’s tongue flicks Sandy’s ear, whisper-light. Sandy tugs the thong lower, fabric rolling down until the full curve springs free. She drops to her knees, lips brushing the warm skin she’s been craving, tasting. Celeste tilts forward, palms on the mattress, offering everything. Sandy licks a slow stripe between her cheeks, thumbs spreading her wider. Celeste moans, pushing back, while her own fingers reach down to stroke between Sandy’s legs, slick and eager. The room fills with wet sounds and soft gasps. They move together in an easy rhythm, trading touches, deepening kisses, each one pulling the other closer to the edge until bodies tighten and release, shuddering through them like warm current.