Mutual satisfaction

Both Chelsey and Micca craved a detour from their relationships. They wanted something intimate they shared only with another girl, never their boyfriends. They set the afternoon aside for each other, curious about the feel of skin on skin, the slick heat of another woman’s cunt, the slow spiral toward an orgasm that wasn’t theirs to give. Hands moved without rush. Mouths followed. Every sigh, every tremble, felt shared rather than taken. It was satisfaction, plain and mutual, exactly as they’d hoped.