Treat Her Well

Capri and Melody are tearing into each other like they’ve waited all night for this. Capri pins Melody to the bed and grinds down hard, thigh wedged between spread legs, both of them already slick. Melody’s mouth finds Capri’s nipple and bites, drags her teeth across until Capri hisses and laughs. Clothes? Gone in seconds. Hands replace fabric—fingers cupping tits, nails scraping ribs, then sliding lower. Capri reaches down, spreads Melody open with two fingers, thumb flicking the swollen clit like she’s got nothing but time and pure bad intentions. Melody bucks up, wetter each second, begging without saying a word. They roll—now Melody’s on top, tongue buried between Capri’s legs, licking slow then fast, then sucking like she’s starving. Capri’s voice breaks every time her hips jerk. They trade places again. Fingers inside now. Capri’s middle finger hooks deep, strokes, while her mouth hovers at Melody’s ear whispering filthy promises. Melody moans into the pillow, then flips them, spreads Capri, and fucks her with two fingers curled like a promise she’ll break. Skin slaps. Tongues trade spit. Sweat runs. The two grind, kiss, bite until the mattress starts creaking and every inch of them is sticky and desperate. Neither slows. Neither wants to stop.