Trick or treat?

Two witches stand in the doorway at Iyana’s place. The black dresses hug their curves, the low-cut tops barely contain what they’re carrying underneath. Blonde hair, brunette hair, both girls look ready to walk the streets, but the bedroom door is still open behind them. Aliza steps closer. Her hands slide over Iyana’s waist, down the silky fabric until they reach the swell of her breasts. Iyana smiles, leans in, and their mouths meet in a slow, open kiss. Tongues brush. A soft sound slips out. Fingers tug at the hem of the dress. One strap falls off Iyana’s shoulder. Aliza kisses the newly exposed skin, then lower, until her lips close around a stiff nipple. Iyana’s breath catches. She pushes her chest forward, asking for more. They move to the bed without breaking contact. Bodies press together, legs tangle. Hands slip under skirts, find warm skin, then wet heat. One girl moans into the other’s mouth while fingers slide in and out. The room fills with the sound of slick movement and quickened breathing. Blonde and brunette hair spreads across the pillows. Legs open wider. Hips lift and grind. The two of them move together in a steady rhythm, chasing the feeling until their bodies tighten and shake. When they finally catch their breath, the costumes are rumpled, makeup slightly smeared, and the night outside is still waiting.