Lesbian Retreat #01

Finding three women stranded on a back road doesn't always lead to fucking. This time it does. Syndi takes Kelly in while her car's in the shop—keys on the counter, spare room already clean. Kelly's there a day before the room's forgotten. Before she's naked on her back in Syndi's bed, legs splayed, breath ragged. Syndi fingers her slow at first, two knuckles deep, the other hand pressed flat against Kelly's stomach to keep her from bucking off the mattress. Then faster. Harder. A third finger works in until Kelly's biting her own wrist and the headboard's thumping the wall. Later she replaces her hand with her mouth, tongue flat and lazy at first, then flicking sharp and deliberate where Kelly's slickest. No teasing after that. No hesitation. Just wet sounds, the grind of hips against Syndi's face, and the kind of moans a woman only makes when she's past the point of pretending she doesn't want it. Hospitality without borders. A bed with fresh sheets and nothing left untouched.