Mommy's Dream

Ryan's been a mess since she and Skylar got busted together. Her husband moved fast, kicked her out, took Skylar with him. Can't blame him. Ryan still dreams about it, some nightmares that choke her awake, but others that leave her slick between the legs and aching. Today's the good kind. She's on the couch, half-dozing, one hand jammed down her panties working her clit in slow circles while the memories play behind her eyes. She doesn't hear the door. Doesn't see Skylar step inside until the girl's voice snaps her out of it. Ryan yanks her hand back, pulse hammering, but then she locks eyes with Skylar and everything else disappears. Skylar's not scared, not running. She's smiling like she finally made her choice. Ryan's on her feet before she knows it. They meet in the middle, mouths crashing together hard, tongues sliding, teeth clicking. No hesitation now. Skylar shrugs out of her shirt while Ryan sucks a nipple into her mouth, rolling it between her lips until Skylar moans. Ryan drops to her knees, peels Skylar's jeans down, spreads her open, and drags her tongue up that sweet wet slit the way she's missed every single night. Skylar grabs fistfuls of Ryan's hair, rocks against her mouth, greedy for it. By the time they hit the couch again, Skylar has Ryan's tits in both hands, squeezing, sucking one nipple after the other, teeth scraping lightly. Ryan laughs low and dirty, already slick down her thighs. Nothing left to hide, no more sneaking. Just the two of them, tongues and fingers and raw need, finally allowed to fuck loud and mean and not give a single damn who hears.