Sexy suit

She stands in the doorway wearing nothing but her favorite suit of skin. The blonde lets the fabric cling where it counts, and the redhead already has her fingers working between her thighs. Tits heavy, nipples tight, the blonde cups one breast and drags a thumb across the stiff peak while the redhead watches and rubs faster. Short breaths. Wet sounds. The redhead spreads wider on the couch, legs open, knees falling apart so nothing hides. The blonde smiles, steps closer, and slides two fingers through her own slick heat. Their eyes lock. No words needed. Just heat, skin, and the slow, deliberate rhythm of hands chasing the same high.