The apartment stopped feeling like separate spaces. It became one big playground for their bodies—every corner, every surface, every shadow claimed by slick skin and desperate sounds. They didn’t plan it. They didn’t talk about it. They just kept reaching.
Middle of the night, maybe three a.m. Anna was deep in sleep when the sheets shifted. Warm breath ghosted over her inner thigh, then Riley’s mouth was there—soft at first, just lips brushing her c**t like a question. Anna stirred, half-dreaming, hips already lifting toward the heat. Riley didn’t wait for her to wake up fully. Tongue flattened, slow drag from entrance to c**t, then circling tight and fast.
Anna moaned low, sleepy, legs falling wider on instinct. Her hand found Riley’s hair, fingers tangling, pulling her closer even as h
