Kenna and Ella drag their asses inside, clothes dripping, feet blistered from those damn heels. The party dress that clung all night now feels like wet concrete. Shivering, they peel straps off bare shoulders, step out of ruined silk, and let the soaked fabric hit the floor. Warm towels meet goose-bumped skin; every slow stroke chases the rain away. The tension shifts—soft palms working tight calves, thumbs sinking into aching thighs, fingers tracing the dip of a lower back until hips cant toward the touch. A hand slips lower, finds slick heat already waiting. They trade slow circles and breathy curses, grind against each other on the bed, still half-wrapped in damp terry cloth. Tongues follow fingers—deep, greedy, deliberate—until the soreness melts into frantic need. Wet bodies twist, press, slide; mouths claim nipples, thighs spread wider. A gasping climax rips through them, then another, until the only thing left is the heat they make between themselves.
Kenna and Ella drag their asses inside, clothes dripping, feet blistered from those damn heels. The party dress that clung all night now feels like wet concrete. Shivering, they peel straps off bare shoulders, step out of ruined silk, and let the soaked fabric hit the floor. Warm towels meet goose-bumped skin; every slow stroke chases the rain away. The tension shifts—soft palms working tight calves, thumbs sinking into aching thighs, fingers tracing the dip of a lower back until hips cant toward the touch. A hand slips lower, finds slick heat already waiting. They trade slow circles and breathy curses, grind against each other on the bed, still half-wrapped in damp terry cloth. Tongues follow fingers—deep, greedy, deliberate—until the soreness melts into frantic need. Wet bodies twist, press, slide; mouths claim nipples, thighs spread wider. A gasping climax rips through them, then another, until the only thing left is the heat they make between themselves.
