Cuddly Babes

Judy and Bernice crave touch the way some women crave diamonds. A hug from each other loosens something deep. Heat spreads low and they press closer, breaths catching. When they think no one’s watching their mouths find necks, nipples harden under cotton, hips shift for more friction. But they like being watched. They want our eyes. Clothes come off slowly, deliberately. Hands move lower. Bernice slips fingers between Judy’s thighs, finds her wet, strokes her open. Judy arches into it, gasps, then returns the favor, sliding two fingers into Bernice with a low, satisfied sound. They fuck like that standing up—slow circles at first, then harder, mouths open against skin, quiet filthy encouragement, legs shaking.