Women Seeking Women #33

She stood at the window of that shitty apartment, back arched like she knew exactly what he was staring at. He did, too. Couldn’t look away from how her slip rode up the back of her thighs, teasing him. He wanted to trace every stretch of bare skin with his tongue. Neither said a word about what would come next. Didn’t have to. She felt his gaze slide lower, rest between her legs, shameless. They both lingered on the edge of something filthy and overdue.