So, We're BOTH Single Now?

Diana and Taylor walk through the door already laughing like two people who finally have no one to check in with. Bags hit the floor and they strip right in the living room, pulling on tiny tops and microscopic skirts that barely cover anything. Diana’s blonde hair swings across her back as she tugs a low-cut top over her big, natural tits; the fabric clings and her nipples press straight through it. Taylor steps in close to zip her up, fingers brushing skin, and the air gets heavier. They trade poses in front of the mirror—ass out, tits forward—each one pretending it’s just for the club. But every new outfit leaves less to the imagination, and every look lasts a beat too long. Taylor’s piercings catch the light when she peels off her bra. Diana bites her lip, watching. The game drops when Taylor reaches over and runs two fingers up the inside of Diana’s thigh. No hesitation, just heat. Diana spreads a little, and Taylor’s fingers slide under the scrap of skirt straight onto bare pussy. Wet already. Diana exhales hard, hips pushing forward as Taylor works two knuckles in, slow at first, then deeper, thumb rubbing circles on her clit. The outfits stay half-on while they grind and finger each other, breathing turning ragged, both of them grinning like they’ve been waiting for this excuse for months. No club tonight—they’re staying in and making each other come first.