Lusty lips

Eva Mendez stands in the dim light, her blonde hair falling across her shoulders. The lips everyone talks about part slightly as her fingers trace down her bare skin. She leans against the wall, watching herself in the mirror. Her hand slips between her legs and she starts slow, testing how much she can take before she loses control. She slides two fingers inside, then pulls them out again, wet and glistening. Every stroke gets faster, more urgent, until her breathing turns ragged. Her brunette friend stays just out of reach, observing, silent. Eva's hips move in time with her hand. She bites her lower lip, eyes half-closed, chasing the rush that keeps building. When the wave hits she lets it take her, back arching, mouth open, one last quiet sound escaping as her whole body tightens and then lets go.