Come watch some TV with me!

Sunny waited on the couch for Katusha. When the door opened, her friend didn’t reach for the remote. She climbed onto Sunny instead. Mouths found each other first, slow and wet, then tongues and teeth took over. Shirts hit the floor. Bras followed. Katusha’s hand slipped under Sunny’s waistband and stayed there, tracing circles until Sunny lifted her hips to help the last piece of clothing slide free. Warm skin pressed together, legs tangling. Fingers moved between open thighs, sliding, circling, dipping in. Every soft gasp earned an answering touch, a graze across nipples, a tongue drawn down ribs. Moans filled the quiet room, louder than any laugh track. The TV stayed dark. The couch held more heat than its screen ever could.