At home

Nelly caught Nedra in the hallway wearing nothing but the silk thong she’d bought her last week. The sight stripped away whatever patience they pretended to keep. Nelly pressed her against the wall, hooked one of Nedra’s thighs over her hip, and dragged the thin strip of fabric aside. Nedra’s cunt was already wet, clit stiff when Nelly’s fingers slid through it. Two thrusts and Nedra’s hips rocked forward, grinding hard, asking for more. Nedra yanked Nelly’s lace bra down so both tits spilled free; she took a nipple between her teeth, biting just enough to sting. Nelly answered by sinking two fingers deep, curling them until Nedra gasped and clawed at her back. Moisture slicked Nelly’s wrist as Nedra pulsed around her. They didn’t bother moving to a bed; the floor would do. Nedra came first, sharp little cries muffled against Nelly’s shoulder, then dropped to her knees and tugged Nelly’s thong to her ankles. Her tongue dragged slow, flat strokes from Nelly’s entrance to her swollen clit. Nelly grabbed a fistful of hair and fucked her face until her own thighs started to shake. When she came she stayed upright only because Nedra held her steady, licking through every aftershock. Afterward they stood there in the hallway, breathing hard, bodies flushed, too satisfied to bother retrieving the scattered lingerie.