Cheers for Lesbian Love

Inna and Alaine lift their glasses, then set them aside. The moment glass meets wood they lean in, mouths searching through fabric, tongues tracing soft curves still hidden beneath lace. Fingers push past waistbands. Fabric shifts. Wet heat blooms against eager lips. Low sounds escape their throats, steady, growing sharper as hips roll and fingers slide deeper, every stroke pulling them tighter to the edge.