Mutual Interest

Alysa opens her home the way most women open their thighs—without hesitation, without questions. She spreads everything for Pauline: the marble floors, the linen sheets, the slick heat between her legs, the tight ring of muscle that tightens when touched. Hours drift by with hands and mouths everywhere—against kitchen counters, on the carpet, fingers and tongues sliding over sweat-slick skin until both women are glistening, panting, soaked through. The sheets soak up what their bodies give when they finally drop onto the bed, swollen and trembling. What follows isn’t gentle; Alysa’s tongue works lower, then two lubed fingers sink knuckle-deep into Pauline’s ass, curling, coaxing. They trade places, Pauline’s fist now knuckles-deep inside Alysa, working that slick hole open wider with each careful thrust until both of them are shaking, stretched, and greedy for more.