About this scene
The room’s still warm from sleep when she slides in, her dark hair swinging with each careful shift of weight. He’s out cold beneath her, breath slow and steady as she settles right over him—no hesitation, no words, just the wet slick of her meeting him. The sheets twist around her thighs as she starts to move, her hips rolling slow at first then harder, the bedframe groaning under her rhythm. From the corner of the bed, the blonde in pink pajamas watches, her tiny hands clutching the fabric as the older woman rides faster, her choker catching the dim light with every little bounce. By the time his fingers twitch against her waist, she’s already grinding deep, her breaths turning sharp and uneven, his soft moans mixing with the creaking mattress.