An Evening To Themselves

Alexis Fawx lounges on the bed in lace, bouquet still in her lap, drumming her fingers while she waits for Serene Siren to finish primping. Impatient doesn't cover it. Serene's called out that it'll be worth it, but Alexis will decide that when she sees the goods. Then the door opens. Serene steps out in barely-there lingerie and the sight hits Alexis low in the belly. "Finally," she mutters with a grin. They trade a slow, knowing kiss that quickly deepens. Tongues sweep, hearts race, and every shy restraint they've held back for months burns away. Their mouths slide lower, teeth grazing skin as hands roam and squeeze. Alexis buries her face between Serene's thighs, tongue working slick, wet circles while Serene fists the sheets and swears. They switch, hips grinding, flesh rubbing hot and wet in frantic, greedy rhythm. Moans mix with laughter because damn, they both missed this—two moms turned wild for one stolen night. They grind harder, coming loud and together, knowing the next free evening might not come for months, so they're taking every second tonight and making it filthy.