We Like Girls - Syren & Dee

Met Dee Williams so many times last year that when she bragged about her five-year ride with Syren De Mer, I had to slap their story on the table. These two are glued together so tight you’d swear it’s ripped straight out of a fairy-tale—only wetter. "We locked eyes in the green room," Dee grinned. "I had no clue she was my costar, and my brain shorted out. Who the hell walks in looking that fuckable?" Syren picked up the story, "We clicked before either of us finished the coffee." From that first sweaty handshake they spiraled hard. Dee let it slip that her ex-husband never once shot her the same fuck-me stare Syren gives her every damn morning. "She’s my first love," Syren cooed, both palms over her chest like she might burst, "my first real girlfriend, and I’m not giving her up." Watching them talk was like standing inside a sauna set on high—every sentence steamed. The second we quit with the questions they lunged at each other. Couldn’t peel my eyes away if I tried. I love love, sure, but these two turned it straight-up nasty.