Lingerie ladies get it on

Sophie and Kathia ran away together. They left their phones behind, said nothing to anyone, just so they could fuck all day without interruption. Both women kept their lingerie on as long as they could. Red lace clung to Sophie's hips, pink to Kathia's. The fabric looked fragile on their skin. Hands moved fast and greedy. One dress rode up first. Then the other slipped halfway off a shoulder. They let the lace stay in place until it interfered with what they wanted, tongues and fingers and sweat. The bed swallowed them, pillows stacked and rumpled. A soft crash of limbs. Kathia pushed Sophie onto her back and kissed lower, tracing the line of that red thong until she tasted salt and heat. Sophie moaned and yanked at the pink strap between Kathia's thighs, pulling fabric aside, opening her. Neither touched the door. The sign stayed on the knob, crooked, message clear. They stayed tangled, slick and loud, swapping positions whenever one of them needed a fresh angle or a deeper taste.