Forbidden Affairs
Valeria landed on her back, legs splayed, chest heaving.
Elena climbed over her, knees bracketing her hips. She grabbed Valeria’s wrists, pinned them above her head with one hand, and kissed her again (brutal, devouring). With the other hand she reached between them, found Valeria’s soaked heat, and guided them together.
The first slide of clit against clit drew twin gasps. They found the rhythm instantly, hips rolling, grinding hard. Sweat made their skin slippery; the chaise creaked beneath them. Elena released Valeria’s wrists to brace on the armrest, giving herself leverage to ride harder.