Teach Me

Veronica leans into Aidra like a secret she’s about to sell. Youth waste the best parts rushing past, she says, voice low and amused. She proves it with a slow kiss that turns wet fast, tongues sliding deep like they’ve got nowhere else to be. Fingers travel bare skin, mapping the tight curve of waists, the soft give of breasts, the damp heat already waiting between thighs. They don’t speak after that; breathing takes over. Aidra grinds down, clit to clit, hips rolling in long, urgent strokes that press slick folds together until every grind pulls another gasp. Hands keep busy. Two of Veronica’s fingers sink in knuckle-deep, curling, thrusting hard while her mouth latches onto Aidra’s cunt, sucking, licking, tongue working the swollen spot that makes Aidra’s thighs shake. Sweat slicks them. The air turns raw. Bodies slam, rub, clutch. When the first orgasm hits, it shudders through both of them, leaving them shaking and still hungry for whatever comes next.