Just Like That

Two women stood in the low light—Gizelle in black lace, Chloe in crimson straps. They slipped the straps down. Fabric fell away. Skin caught the heat. Gizelle pushed two fingers straight inside, knuckle deep, pulled them out glistening. Chloe rubbed slow circles over her swollen clit, breath hitched, then shoved the same fingers in and out, harder, wrist rocking. Their hips drove forward each time they fucked themselves open, wet sounds filling the room. They watched each other do it, eyes locked, fucking themselves faster, deeper, every push sharp and deliberate, every pull slick and loud.