Guilty Pleasures

Frida and Paula both have boyfriends waiting at home, yet their hands always find their way back to each other. They slip into soft kisses and slower caresses, letting their fingers trace the curves no man can match. Tongues move gently, teasing folds until wet heat spreads and quiet moans fill the room. They press bodies close, grinding against one another, savoring the slick slide of skin on skin. Each girl comes with trembling thighs and open mouths, tasting each other’s pleasure before the moment slips away. Then they dress again, smiling, already counting the days until the next little detour.