Private Dance

Nancy Ace moves in measured circles around Lou, blonde hair brushing bare shoulders. Every slow turn reveals another inch of skin until the last piece of clothing drops. Lou watches from the couch, dark eyes steady, lips parted. Nancy lowers herself between those open thighs and the brunette’s hand drifts down, fingers sliding over wet heat. The first brush makes Lou sigh. Nancy leans closer, tongue flicking, drawing soft, broken sounds from the woman above her. Lou’s hand finds the blonde’s hair, guiding her deeper. They shift, bodies tangling on the narrow couch. Nancy pushes two fingers inside, slow and careful, then faster as Lou arches. She reaches for the toy beside them, slick with lube, and presses it to Lou’s entrance. The brunette nods once, eyes half-closed, and Nancy slides it in, working it with steady strokes until Lou trembles and comes hard against her hand.