Craving for Pink

Bettina Dicapri and Amabella look like they have nothing in common. Bettina moves like a live fuse, always sparking, always ready. Amabella sits quiet in the corner, eyes half-closed, watching. Under the surface both of them want the same thing, the same sweet flesh, the same soft wet heat between another girl’s thighs. When they’re alone, the difference vanishes. Bettina spreads Amabella’s knees without asking. Amabella lifts her hips and takes Bettina’s tongue like it’s been waiting all night. Pink folds open, juices cling to lips, tongues slide slow, then fast, then slow again. They keep going until their faces shine and the sheets darken, until every little shiver has been caught and swallowed.