Afternoon fun

Winter light spills flat across the bed. Two girls lie tangled already—Tereza on her back, knees open, Zuzana between them, mouth pressed to the heat. Slick fingers slide inside, curl, find the spot that makes Tereza’s hips jerk. A hum of pleasure echoes between them. One toy hums low. Another buzzes harder. Wet sounds fill the room as plastic presses against skin. Bodies shift, adjust, grind. Breath fogs on the glass of the window. Skin glistens. They trade places, teeth drag across shoulders, tongues trace collarbones, hands guide each toy deeper. Heat curls outward, melts the cold from the air, wraps the afternoon in slow, deliberate fire.