On vacation

Ever sent your girl off with the bitches and got a camera roll of sand and slot machines? Wrong fucking movie. Those two weren’t lonely. Between margarita shots they got busy—tongues flicking soft lips, wet flesh, even the tight pucker they usually keep covered. Eve drops to her knees first, spreads Simone wide, licks a slow stripe from clit to ass and back again. Simone arches, grabs fistfuls of her hair, moans without checking if anyone’s listening. Then they switch. No teasing, just greedy mouths tasting each other like they’ve been starved. Licking deeper, sucking harder. Spreading cheeks, burying tongues where fingers don’t reach. Smooth skin glistening, legs shaking, the heat between them turning the hotel room into its own kind of vacation. They come like that—faces glistening, hips bucking, every filthy sound swallowed by the other’s cunt. And you? You’re supposed to be grateful you own even half of that.