Warm welcome

Sunny dumped her bags the second the door clicked. Mila had her pinned against the wall before she could shrug off her coat. Their mouths crashed together. Mila tasted like red wine and impatience. They sank to the floor, tugging at buttons and zippers, breath sharp and broken. Mila shoved Sunny’s thighs apart and licked her hard, slow drag of tongue through slick heat. Sunny arched, hips lifting, fists in Mila’s hair. Then she rolled them, straddled Mila’s face, grinding down until her thighs shook. Their moans tangled loud and raw. Every wet suck and hungry pull echoed off the walls. They didn’t stop until both of them came—hard, trembling, shaking the silence right out of the room.