Wet proof

Malya and Chanel sit shoulder to shoulder on a velvet chaise. Two generations of breasts pressed together. Chanel slides her fingers down the soft folds between Malya’s thighs. The older woman answers with a wet tongue at the base of Chanel’s ear, then two slow circles around the younger nipple. Chanel smiles, spreads Malya’s lips, dips inside, and brings her fingers up glistening to her mouth. The exchange continues without pause—tongues trading heat, thighs clamping tight, each woman giving her full weight to the other until they come in overlapping spasms, bare skin damp under polite afternoon light.