Constantly Together

Anne Angel and Ann Marie eat each other every chance they get. One plants her face between smooth thighs while the other straddles, rocking wet against lips and tongue. Mouths meet in sloppy, noisy kisses that taste like both girls at once. Hands roam heavy—fingers pinching nipples that stiffen to hard peaks, palms squeezing soft flesh with purpose. When fingers slide inside, they go deep, curling, knuckle-deep, dragging slick wet sounds out of soaked holes that clench and drip. They fell into each other once and never stopped; the sheets never stay dry for long.