Just the Girls - Episode 6

Monica’s eyes narrow as she watches Tiana arch her back, hips rolling slow against the silk sheets. The camera lingers on the curve of Tiana’s ass, glistening under the bedside lamp while Monica’s fingers trace the line of her own thigh. She leans in, breath hot, and runs her tongue over the inside of Tiana’s knee, tasting salt and the faint tang of lotion. Tiana’s thigh trembles. Monica’s hand slides higher, pressing two fingers into the slick heat between Tiana’s legs, moving in deliberate circles until Tiana’s hips lift to meet her. A soft, throaty moan escapes Tiana. Monica smiles against her skin, then replaces her fingers with her mouth, lips parting to suck gently at the swollen clit. Tiana’s hands fist the sheets, knuckles white. The shot cuts to a close-up: Monica’s tongue flicking, her chin wet, the slow grind of Tiana’s pelvis against her face. Outside, rain taps the window. Inside, nothing else exists but skin, heat, and the wet sounds of Monica’s mouth working Tiana open.