Love @ first click

Bailey met Charlene in a lesbian chatroom years ago. Their first exchange left both breathless—Bailey typing slow, Charlene answering quicker, words growing hotter line by line. Now, lying naked on the couch, Bailey scrolls their old messages on her PDA while Charlene kneels between her thighs. Charlene’s tongue moves in lazy, wet circles over Bailey’s clit, lips glossy, eyes half-closed. Bailey’s free hand stays tangled in Charlene’s dark hair, guiding her closer whenever a remembered line makes her hips twitch. The phone screen lights the room—Bailey rereads a long, filthy paragraph she wrote back then, thighs trembling as Charlene sucks harder. Blonde strands stick to her damp forehead. She reads on. Every explicit message lines up with the wet sounds Charlene makes, until Bailey’s breath hitches and her grip tightens, the little screen still glowing in her hand.