Winter evenings

What keeps two girlfriends warm on a frigid winter night? Their own heat. Eve Angel leans back against the couch, thighs spread, while Lara watches her fingers sink knuckle-deep inside her. Wet sounds fill the quiet room. Eve shudders, the firelight catching every tremor along her belly, every glint of slick on Lara's wrist. Lara twists deeper, knuckles pressing past resistance, and the pleasure jolts up Eve’s spine in waves. Her toes curl. She gasps, then grins when Lara’s second hand comes to rest on her hip to steady her. They keep moving—slow, deliberate, obscene—until Eve stops caring that snow is still tapping at the window and the outside world feels very far away.