Transfixed | S1 E17 | Flower Girls

Aubrey Kate moves fast through open grass. Sun hits her hair hard. She spins and the white fabric twists around her thighs. Her eyes cut left and right across petals and stems. She's hunting the one body that makes her heart slam against ribs. Bree Daniels steps from the treeline and the air thickens. They crash together. Mouths lock, tongues push, teeth graze. They come up breathing sharp. Fingers knit. Eyes never break apart. Light pours down. They walk. The field breathes around them and heat climbs under each slow step. Aubrey's grip tightens. She pulls Bree toward the house, door slams, and then they're down before the fire. Tongues slide again, hotter this time, matching the flames behind them. Hands rip cloth away. Bree drops flat, legs open. Aubrey's face sinks between. She licks hard, lips slick, breath loud. Bree moans, grabs auburn hair, tugs. Then Bree flips them. Her mouth finds Aubrey's cock, sucks it deep, cheeks hollow, saliva shines on skin. The fire pops and cracks. Aubrey rises, knees planted wide, hips squared. She slides forward. Muscle against wet heat, inch by inch until she's buried. Limbs lock, breath mixes, rhythm builds until the room smells like sweat and smoke and nothing else matters but the push and pull of skin meeting skin.