Lesbian Sex Society

She ran hot under his hands on that July night, the heat of her body pushing right through the sheets. He had her bent over the edge of the bed, and every thrust forced a new sound out of her mouth, short and sharp. Sweat rolled down the arch of her back and he watched the way her fingers dug into the mattress, desperate, tense, like she could rip the fabric if she gripped it hard enough. The hotel room was dark except for the spill of city lights through the blinds, striped across her skin.