Far Horizon

Serenity and Ennie like a view when they fuck. It turns the room into a quiet promise. They hold each other on the wide bed, eyes locked on the distant skyline while their mouths find every soft line of skin. Tongues press and flick until both women are open and glistening. Fingers slide inside, slow at first, then quicker, matching the steady rhythm of their breathing. Pleasure builds against the glass and the endless blue beyond it. When they finally come, the horizon stays quiet, untouched, while they tremble and hold tighter.