A Sign Of Things To Cum

Ryan and Maddy kick back on the couch, drinks sweating on the table. Maddy runs her mouth about her new astrology obsession and Ryan sits there smirking. Cap for Maddy, Cancer for Ryan—typical shit. Ryan catches the little zodiac doodles on Maddy’s screen and points at the Cancer glyph. Looks exactly like a 69, she laughs. Maddy shakes her head, tells her she’s seeing dick in the tea leaves again. Ryan won’t shut up, now all she can picture is getting her face buried between Maddy’s thighs while Maddy’s tongue works her too. Maddy calls it dumb, says she never buys her own horoscopes, but Ryan doubles down—she means it. The stars apparently want her to give until she gets off, and what better way than mutual tongue fucking? Maddy’s cheeks flush. She knows that grin; Ryan’s not quitting till she gets the 69 she’s craving. Fine. Maddy sets her drink down, slides her shorts off, and climbs over Ryan’s face, both mouths already open and hungry.