Teasing Game

Breanne Benson steps from the shower dripping, water tracing her curves. Sandy sits waiting, gaze drinking her in. That stare alone sends heat straight between Breanne’s thighs. She crosses the room without a towel, leaving wet footprints on the floor. Sandy rises to meet her. Their bodies press together, skin slick and warm, breasts flattening as they wrap each other tight. The kiss is deep, tongues sliding slow, hunger building with every slow pull of lips. Breanne’s hands roam lower, cupping Sandy’s ass, pulling her closer. Thighs part, fingers trace over damp skin. Sandy answers with her own grip, nails dragging down Breanne’s back, claiming every inch. The game of eyes turns into hands, mouths, and wet, open need.