So, We're BOTH Single Now?

Diana slams the bedroom door shut with her hip, bags spilling across the floor. Taylor kicks off her heels and yanks a glittery scrap of fabric from one of the bags, holding it up like a challenge. Neither of them says it yet, but something's changed now that they're both single. They've been best friends for years, and tonight the air feels different, heavier. Diana peels off her T-shirt first, no bra underneath, her tits bare under the bright light. Taylor whistles low, then strips fast, pulling the tiny skirt up her thighs without bothering with panties. They try on one outfit after another, laughing at first, then quieting. Diana steps in closer to fix a strap on Taylor's top, fingers brushing bare skin, and she doesn't pull away. Taylor turns, slow, letting the hem ride up so Diana gets a full view of her ass. The room grows warmer, tighter. Diana's nipples harden as she models a sheer black dress with nothing beneath it, fabric clinging to every curve, riding up when she bends. Taylor's breath catches when she notices the glint of wetness between Diana's thighs as she straightens. They stare at each other, not hiding it anymore. Diana moves first, grabbing Taylor by the waist and pulling her in, their mouths meeting hard, hungry. Hands slide under straps, between legs, fingers finding slick heat. Taylor drops to her knees, pushing Diana onto the edge of the bed, tongue hot and insistent, licking deep while Diana grabs handfuls of hair and moans loud enough to echo down the hall. Diana cums fast, thighs shaking, then flips Taylor over and returns the favor, spreading her wide and burying her face until Taylor's hips buck and her voice breaks. They don't stop there, clothes half on, half off, grinding and fucking with fingers and mouths, the club forgotten, sweat sticking to their skin as they chase the next rush.