Uncorked pleasure

Cipriana and Melon locked eyes across the bar. A glance stretched into a smile, then a word, and suddenly they stood pressed together at the doorway, whispering. When Cipriana invited her upstairs, Melon answered with a slow, wet kiss on Cipriana’s painted mouth. Inside the apartment they stripped fast. Hands roamed over tight, round tits, then slipped lower, fingers gliding across smooth, bare lips already slick. Tongues followed, tracing every curve, every aching spot. Breath quickened. Then Cipriana reached for the bottle and grinned. They weren’t finished yet.