In Plain Sight: Part Two

Spencer Scott has her face buried between AJ Applegate's thighs upstairs while their husbands drink beer and argue over the game downstairs. They never hear the wet sounds. AJ bites her lip hard and claws at Spencer's hair when that tongue hits the right spot. Legs locked around the blonde's shoulders, she shakes through the first orgasm of the night, breathing nothing but cuss words. They switch without a word. AJ pushes Spencer onto her back, spreads her open, and grinds against the slick heat until both women groan into the mattress. Breasts pressed tight, nipples dragging over sweat-slick skin, they move faster—almost loud enough to carry. Footsteps on the stairs make them freeze for half a heartbeat. Then Spencer’s husband calls out he’s grabbing another six-pack and the door slams. The danger only gets them wetter. Spencer rolls on top, lines their cunts up again, hips snapping in a filthy rhythm. Every thrust sounds obscene. They come again—louder this time—mouthes locked to keep from screaming. Later, sweat cooling on their skin, Spencer glances toward the door and smirks. "One more round," AJ whispers against her ear. Neither moves to leave the bed.