Heating it up!

Sophie lounged in matching lace, heat rolling off their pale skin, the black bra and panties clinging like a second thought. Tracy moved first—slow, certain—pushing Sophie's knees apart and settling between them. Their hair spilled the same pale gold across bare shoulders. Their mouths found each other, lips parted, wet. Tracy's tongue worked lower, dipping beneath the edge of lace, dragging heat across Sophie's clit. Sophie arched, hips tilting for more, fingers knotted in Tracy's hair as the younger woman’s mouth sealed tight and pulled. Breath caught, broke, caught again. Sweat gathered at the small of Sophie’s back, along Tracy’s upper lip. Every lick sent another drop of heat into the air until the room itself felt thick with it, no flicker from the fireplace needed.