Pussy Plays

Two women. Alone. No eyes on them. Kitty Jane peels Nicole Vice open, slow at first, then sharper. She watches the skin give way under her tongue and comes back for more. Fingers slide. Thighs flex. Nothing gentle in the rhythm they fall into. Every wet sound stays inside the room. Kitty licks, sucks, leaves her handprints, owns the pause between breaths. Nicole answers without asking—hips push, legs part, she grabs hair and holds on. Breath turns ragged. Nothing outside the sheets matters.