Salt and pepper

Courtney and Chasey treat salt and pepper like foreplay. The brunette’s fingers curl around the small shakers, the metal cool against her skin, and she tilts one so fine grains whisper across Chasey’s breast. The teen’s nipple tightens instantly, dark and sweet. Chasey answers with her own shaker, dusting the other girl’s belly in tiny white flecks that catch the light. Her tongue follows, tasting salt where the skin is hottest. They work slowly. One grain at a time. The peppercorns tumble out next, dark as lashes, scattering over soft thighs that part without thought. Courtney leans in, warm breath, wet lips, licking the mix straight from Chasey’s cunt. Chasey moans, open-mouthed, and presses the glass shaker inside—cool, ridged, sliding along slick folds before Courtney takes it back and pushes it into her. They trade the shakers, trade tongues, trade heat, until the sheets hold the same sharp taste and nothing between them feels bland anymore.