Glam Up, Dress Down

Veronica Leal stands in the doorway, lingerie clinging to every curve. Zazie Skymm pauses with her mascara wand mid-air. Their eyes meet and the air thickens. Zazie sets the brush down, crosses the room, and drops to her knees. She hooks her fingers into the crotch of Veronica’s lace panties and tugs them aside. Her tongue finds heat. Veronica’s breath catches; her hands knot in Zazie’s hair. Soon the lingerie comes off, tossed somewhere behind them. Zazie stretches back on the couch, legs open. Veronica leans in, mouth meeting slick folds. They trade places, trading tongues, fingers sliding deep, hips rolling in slow, greedy rhythm. Every stroke draws soft, wet sounds that fill the quiet room.