Festive evening

Ally and Galaxy were supposed to be slipping into their best dresses for the theatre, but they never made it past the first button. One kiss led to another, hands sliding inside open collars, until coats and skirts hit the floor. They knew they were missing the show. Neither of them cared. Once they were bare, Ally laid Galaxy back on the couch and kissed her way down her stomach. Galaxy’s fingers tightened in Ally’s hair as Ally slipped two fingers inside, working her open in slow, steady strokes. Galaxy’s back arched, breath catching with every thrust. Then Ally eased a well-lubed finger lower, pressing past the tight ring of muscle until Galaxy moaned loud enough to echo off the walls. The redhead’s hips rocked against the brunette’s hand while Ally kept her mouth busy on her clit. Galaxy came hard, thighs shaking, and the moment she caught her breath she flipped Ally onto her back to return the favor. Their fingers stayed busy, moving from slick heat to tighter heat again, mouths locked together through every fresh wave of pleasure. They kept each other on the edge until the only performance left was the sound of heavy breathing and the wet slap of skin against skin, orgasms rolling through them one after another in the quiet apartment.