Brunette love

Two girls step out of the steam, skin still warm from the water. Peaches, slim and pale, leans in first. Her fingers trace the line of Zafira’s towel until it slips away and drops. Zafira’s mouth meets hers, slow and open, tasting mint on her tongue. They sink onto the sheets together, one on top, then rolling so the other is on top. Peaches slides her hand between Zafira’s thighs, spreading her gently, and Zafira answers with her own hand, fingers slick as they find each other’s heat. Every breath is heavier than the last, every kiss deeper, until the room is filled with the soft, wet sounds of their bodies moving together.