Secret rendezvous

Jane F. and Salome slipped away the second their boyfriends left for the match. Years of hungry glances finally found an empty house. No small talk. Clothes hit the floor and they pulled each other down onto the sofa. Jane’s tongue slid deep into Salome’s mouth, tasting mint and need; their bare breasts pressed tight, nipples grazing. Salome spread her thighs, and Jane worked two fingers between slick folds, curling hard until Salome moaned into her shoulder. Salome grabbed the thick silicone toy they’d left on the coffee table, spit on the head, and drove it straight into Jane’s cunt in one thrust. Jane gasped, then smiled. She snatched the other end, angled it, and thrust back. Both women rocked their hips in time, meeting in the middle, every push filling them together. Their skin shone with sweat, breaths sharp. Salome dragged her tongue across Jane’s throat and down, catching a stiff nipple and sucking while the toy kept working in and out, wet sounds filling the quiet room.