Can't Escape Their Past

Bunny was supposed to be here with her brother and his wife. That's how this was meant to go. Then Serena shows up alone, her husband is nowhere, and her name sticks in Bunny's throat like she can't say it without giving something away. The game master pushes. Time is running out. They lock in or lose it. So they step inside and the door shuts behind them with that heavy click. Puzzles. Keys. Buttons that light up red. Serena leans over her to reach something on the wall and their hips meet. Bunny feels her pussy clench without warning. They have history. They fucked once and never spoke about it. Bunny has been wet thinking about it ever since. Serena turns, breath short. She can't take the silence. She asks the question with her eyes first, then with her mouth. Bunny backs into the table but doesn't tell her to stop. Her husband's name almost comes up. Almost. Then it dies. They both know this is going to hurt someone they love. They know it and they still move. Bunny's skirt is pushed up fast. Serena drops to her knees, spreads her thighs, and licks her like she's been starving for it. Bunny tastes her next, bent over the bench in the dim light, tongue working deep into her cunt, fingers slick with how wet they both are. The room doesn't matter anymore. They grind, they moan, they finish each other twice, raw and quiet and fast. They're not solving anything, just sinking.