Obsessed With Dovefucking

Aali lay on her bed with the laptop open, clicking through random links when something strange caught her eye. Dovefucking? What the fuck is that? She leaned closer, lips moving as she whispered the word again. Her fingers started typing before she gave them permission. She said it slow. Dovefucking. The definition opened, and her eyes widened so fast her whole face went still. Then the corners of her mouth twitched. Weird, yes. Hotter than hell? Yes. Another search. Dovefucking porn. Zero results. She slammed the lid shut, killed the light, and stared into the dark, heartbeat thumping like it wanted to beat the wall down. Morning hit rough. Her mind kept showing Aali breasts sliding together, two pairs slicked and pressed tight, the man’s cock pumping between them like a piston. The kitchen clock sounded off, the coffee tasted like ash, nothing cut through that vision until she grabbed her phone and fired a text to April. Come over. April walked in with takeout and a smile, talking about her weekend while Aali nodded at the wrong words, hearing nothing but the wet slap of tits in her imagination. Finally the words tore out of her. I can’t stop thinking about dovefucking you. April laughed at first, then cocked an eyebrow when Aali didn’t smile back. I need it out of my head, Aali said. Let’s try it together. April said it sounded gross. Aali leaned in, voice lower. We always said we’d try anything once. Come on. Live a little. April’s lips parted, closed, parted again, and she finally shrugged, cheeks pink. Upstairs the room was quiet except for the rasp of breathing. April pushed Aali onto the sheets, tugged her own shirt down, and spilled both breasts free. Hard nipples brushed Aali’s tongue as April cupped them together and fed one to her mouth, then the other, letting spit trail across the skin. Soon April’s back arched, her own breath hitching, eyes glassy with the same hunger. By the time sweat cooled on the sheets the obsession had passed from one woman to the other like a fever you catch on purpose.