Little Secret

Coco knocks at Lannie's door every afternoon like she belongs there. Inside, they strip fast, no ceremony, and settle on the living-room rug. Legs spread wide, they touch themselves while watching each other, breath catching the moment fingers glide over slick, swollen flesh. Their quiet moans rise together. The air thickens with the sound of wet skin sliding against eager fingertips. When the ache sharpens, they move closer. Lannie sinks between Coco's thighs first, tongue tasting the heat she just watched build, lapping at the delicate folds until Coco trembles against her mouth. Then they trade, Coco pulling Lannie open, mouth buried deep, sucking slowly at the swollen nub before sliding inside with long, hungry strokes. They finish slick and panting, the scent of their bodies clinging to the floor, the secret sealed behind drawn curtains.