Love is All

Vicky and Kattie stay wrapped in each other’s bodies most days. Their hands move slowly between smooth thighs, tracing wet skin. Tongues meet flushed lips. Fingers slip inside tight, warm pussy. They come hard, again and again, breathing each other’s names. We watched them once—soft cries, shared spit, the quiet slap of skin against skin—two women lost in each other and not looking for anything else.