Such is luck

Aja and Alisa rolled the dice, stripping every time a throw went against them. When the score evened out they laughed, kicked the dice aside, and reached for each other instead. Naked already, they started with slow, wet kisses that slid down throats and breasts. Tongues traced soft curves, lingered at nipples, dipped lower. One girl stretched out, toes flexing, and the other took the foot in both hands, pressing her mouth to the arch, sucking each toe with deliberate care. The room filled with the soft sounds of breath and skin—quiet, hungry, completely theirs.