Captivating Fragrance

Izzy Wilde's a tease. She takes her goddamn time getting ready, powdering, spritzing, moving slow on purpose. Sophia Locke is already dressed, legs crossed on the bed, waiting. Izzy dabs perfume behind each ear, rubs the shiny drops between her wrists, rolls it down the dip of her collarbone. Every motion drips with horny little promises. Sophia watches, thighs tight, jaw set, until it finally snaps. She stands up, grabs Izzy by the waist, pulls her in so their bodies press hard together. 'Fuck it,' Sophia says, 'date's gonna have to wait.' Izzy laughs, lipstick fresh and fuck-me bright, feeling Sophia’s hands sliding under her dress like she’s claiming what she’s earned.