Dancing With Herself

Hime's moving her hips in slow circles, hands sliding over her body, completely gone in this steamy little bathroom performance. Aria pushes the door open by accident and freezes mid-step—she's locked in, eyes glued to every roll of Hime's ass, every little grind. Then Hime clocks the pair of hungry eyes in the doorway. Instead of shutting it down she just grins, lips wet, thighs still rolling to the beat, and says the dancing already has her soaked and aching. Aria's mouth is hanging open but her feet won't move backward. Two seconds later they're kissing hard against the sink, hands yanking clothes out of the way, nails scraping skin, mouths colliding like they've both been waiting for the excuse.