Bad girls

Ania looks soft and quiet. Josie looks nothing like her. Tattoos climb her arms, ink dark against pale skin. She leads Ania away from everything innocent. Their mouths meet, and Ania stops thinking. Josie pulls her down, tongue pushing between her legs, then lower. She opens Ania slowly, wet strokes against the tight ring of muscle. Ania moans into the sheets, pushing back, hungry for the next thing. Josie keeps working her open. When she finally presses inside, Ania takes it with a gasp and a smile she cannot hide.