A Portrait of Seduction

Bailey and Serenity couldn’t stop staring. Each watched the other with naked hunger, their eyes tracing curves and shadows. Bailey’s nipples tightened under that gaze, aching for attention. Serenity shifted, thighs pressing together, her clit already sensitive and needing more than friction. Bailey reached out first. Her palm slid over Serenity’s breast, thumb flicking the stiff peak, and Serenity moaned, low and open-mouthed. When Bailey leaned in to suck, Serenity’s hips lifted off the sheets, asking without words. Fingers found the slick heat between Serenity’s legs and slipped inside, slow and sure, curling on each stroke while Bailey’s tongue teased her nipple. Serenity pulled Bailey down for a kiss, tasting herself on Bailey’s mouth, then rolling them so she could lick down Bailey’s stomach. She spread Bailey open with both thumbs, breathed warm air over her swollen folds, then dragged her tongue flat and firm from entrance to clit. Bailey gasped, fingers tightening in Serenity’s hair, holding her there while Serenity sucked and flicked until Bailey’s thighs shook and her cunt pulsed around Serenity’s fingers. Neither looked away once.