Lick My Lips

Kenzie and Scarlett twist together on sheets that smell like sweat and cheap perfume. Hands slide over curves—fingers trace nipples until they stiffen under touch, tongues follow the wet lines left behind. Kenzie buries her face between Scarlett's thighs, inhaling salt and heat, tasting her until Scarlett's breath stutters into a low groan. Scarlett pulls Kenzie's hair, licks the shell of her ear, sucks bruises along her collarbone, then drags her mouth down to take a stiff nipple between her teeth. They grind, skin sliding slick against skin, every breath short and sharp. Nothing pretty, just two bodies pushing hard until the pulse between them snaps.