Toilet plays

May and Sophie Paris stand in a sleek bathroom, silk lingerie clinging to their skin. The room hums with their low laughter. Sophie lifts one bare foot and slides her toes across May’s calf. May takes the foot in both hands and kisses the arch, slow, deliberate. Her tongue moves between each toe, tasting the faint salt. Sophie leans back against the cool tile, pushing her other foot forward until May meets it with her lips. Their mouths trade soft sounds, half-breath, half-moan. May’s fingers glide up Sophie’s thigh, tracing the edge of her garter strap while her mouth keeps working Sophie’s feet. Neither of them hurries. They press closer, mouths open, legs entwined, until the only movement left is the slow, steady grind of hips against each other’s knees.