Happily Reunited

Alexa Nicole and Ava Addams hadn’t crossed paths in months, yet the second their eyes met something in the air thickened. Could you call them just friends? The word never quite fit. Their mouths found each other fast, urgent and unashamed. Hands that had waited too long tore at clothing, peeling layers away until bare skin pressed together with soft, startled moans. Alexa’s teeth grazed Ava’s throat while Ava’s fingers slid down her spine, dipped lower, then curled inside her with greedy certainty. Alexa answered by hiking Ava’s thigh against her hip and grinding their slick folds together, hips snapping in hungry circles until both of them shook. When Ava bent Alexa forward and pushed two slick fingers deep, the sound that filled the room was loud, wet, and absolutely filthy.