Restless and Horny

Jessy Taylor gets wet fast. Youth and hunger hit her all at once, and one glance at the glossy pages is enough; her fingers are already slick. The magazine lies open on the bed, models spread wide, bodies locked, bodies twisting. She circles her clit in tight, greedy strokes, chasing each new picture. The door opens. Kate Blonde walks in, barefoot, wearing nothing but a slip of silk. She stops at the foot of the bed, eyes on Jessy’s hand, lips parting like she’s tasting the air. Without a word she climbs onto the mattress, moves Jessy’s hand aside, and replaces it with her mouth, tongue flat and slow at first, then sharp. Jessy gasps, magazine forgotten, hips lifting to meet every wet pass of Kate’s tongue. The two of them rock together on the sheets, skin sliding, breath catching, pleasure rising fast.