Purity

Iwia and Leila have shared everything since they were girls. Secrets, beds, even the heavy promise that no man would touch their cunts before a wedding ring. The vow sits between them like a sealed door. Tonight it starts to crack. Leila’s red hair brushes Iwia’s bare shoulder while Iwia’s dark strands spill across the sheets. Their hands move lower, shy at first, then surer. Fingers trace the soft lips they swore to guard. Leila gasps when Iwia slides one careful knuckle over her swollen clit. The brunette answers with a quiet moan as Leila presses two fingers inside her, slow and deep. They stay close, breath mixing, thighs trembling, careful not to break the letter of their oath while they quietly wreck each other’s restraint. Every wet sound feels louder than any man’s voice could. They keep going until the tension melts, leaving flushed skin and sticky fingers, two friends who found the only loophole they could live with.