Daydream

Liona and Kenda both ache for a woman to fill their slick, tight cunts. They picture it at night, the weight on their backs, fingers spreading them open. Their minds drift back again and again until the fantasy cracks open and walks through the door. When she arrives, they don’t waste time talking. Her strap sinks into Liona first, a slow push that draws a soft gasp. Kenda watches, hand working between her own thighs, until it’s her turn and the same wet stretch takes her. Nothing is left to the air between them—every hungry moan, every slick slap, every shiver they’ve stored up finally finds skin.