Simple Love

Minny and Inna keep it simple. They don’t complicate things with romance or talk of tomorrow. Their bond is skin and sweat and the steady need to taste each other until someone loses control. They trade the lead without ceremony. One moment Inna spreads her thighs and lets Minny bury her mouth where it counts; the next Minny is flat on her back, hips lifted so Inna can work two fingers deep and curl them until she gasps. The pace shifts as easily as their moods. Some nights they are slow and lazy, licking with drawn-out strokes, tasting the way the other’s body softens and opens. Other nights the pace turns sharp: nails digging, mouths pressed hard, tongues working in frantic circles until muscles lock and the first tremors hit. Either way, the goal stays the same—driving the other past the point where she can hold back. When the shaking finally stops, they catch their breath and start again. That’s all there is to it.