Just a touch

Love binds two women together. Their heartbeats fall into one rhythm, and a single touch between their legs makes them wet. Frida and Serenity have that kind of pull. In the bedroom, their secrets are simple and raw: one of them lies back with thighs spread, the other sinks two fingers deep until the sheets are soaked. They trade slow circles on each other’s swollen clits, pausing only to taste their own arousal on each other’s tongues. Then Serenity rolls Frida onto her stomach and presses the length of a slim glass dildo between her cheeks, easing it in until Frida’s hips lift off the bed. The slick push and drag goes on until both of them are panting, until wetness slicks the inside of their thighs. When they come it is loud—Frida first, her cunt clenching hard around the toy, then Serenity grinding on Frida’s thigh until her own orgasm tears through her. They finish tangled together, legs open, breathing against each other’s skin, still pulsing.