Just Like That

Gizelle and Chloe lounge around in their lacy bits, eyeing each other. Clothes come off slow at first—tiny panties sliding over hips, bras dropped to the floor—until nothing's left but warm skin and that fuck-me stare. They spread wide, fingers diving straight into slick folds. Chloe works two fingers in and out, breathing getting ragged fast. Gizelle circles her clit like she owns it. You can hear it, the wet sound when they really start getting into it, thighs quaking, dirty little curses slipping out. They edge each other, timing the gasps until both soak their hands and the sheets, tits bouncing with every rough thrust, legs shaking as they come.