Lesbian Gamblers

Alice and Sunny bet on everything with cards, always money. But they think stakes are wasted if they cannot feel it. They stake their bodies instead. Clothes come off a card at a time, slow, deliberate. A losing hand peels away silk. Garter straps whisper down thighs, exposed inch by inch. Alice spreads her thighs on the felt and Sunny licks her open there, cards abandoned mid-hand. Tongues meet cunt, slow and slick, both of them wet and laughing. Sunny straddles Alice’s face and grinds until she comes trembling, fingers twisted tight in blonde hair. They switch, again and again. Pleasure or loss means the same thing now. Moans mix with the sound of shuffling. Sweat-slick bodies slide on the table, breath mixing hot and sweet, until the only wager left is who comes hardest.