Gentle afternoon

Lolli usually leaves her mark on the night scene, all glitter and noise. Cayenne drops by beforehand, the two of them scouting for pretty boys once the music starts pounding. Tonight they skip the clubs. They trade flashing lights for the soft glow of afternoon sun through the blinds. Blonde hair spills across dark sheets as Cayenne leans in, black hair brushing Lolli’s shoulder, and the first slow kiss turns greedy. Hands slide under cotton, peel it away. Fingers find warm skin and linger. Mouths open, tongues touch, wet and certain. Lolli’s thighs part; Cayenne’s hand slips between them, stroking until the blonde is gasping. Cayenne’s mouth follows, tasting salt-sweet heat. Lolli arches, clutching dark strands, pulling her closer. They trade places, lips swollen, legs tangled. Every lick draws a deeper moan, every press of fingers makes the other shiver. The afternoon stretches, heat building until both girls come in stuttering breaths, bodies flushed and satisfied in the quiet room.