peachy keen

her body reacts so strongly to the way the older woman treats her. it's soft, gentle, but so commanding, as if caroline's body belongs to her. her teeth bite into her lip, a slight metallic tinge now sitting on her taste buds as her hips roll into becca's hand. "yes, baby. just for you," she says and flutters her eyes open to catch a glimpse of her. "i just can't stop thinking about you."

"i can't stop thinking about you either, i really am sorry, caroline." becca muttered as she leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together. it was true that this started out as an apology, but becca wasn't complaining about how that had turned out. "are we really about to do this right here?" she couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "in your... driveway?" she pressed a soft kiss to the other's lips. as caroline rolled her hips, becca's hand slid deeper into her panties, never once unlocking their eyes, foreheads still pressed together.

#please have mercy on me

her breath came out in soft pants, occasionally carrying a soft whimper as sawyer's cunt slid against hers, sending shivers of pleasure up mariya's spine. despite the overwhelming sensation, though, she let out a laugh at the blonde's claimed innocence. "are you saying it isn't always your intention to get my clothes off? because i'm actually a little offended... why wouldn't you want this all the time?" the more they fell into the pattern, the more mariya certainly wanted it. shoulders tensing, her back arched off of the mattress slightly as sawyer rode over the sensitive, pulsing bud of her clit as a breathy moan rose from her chest. her own dark gaze held sawyer's when it eclipsed her view, though, her cheeks flushing on instinct at the compliment. "are you kidding me? you should see how you look on top of me right now." the flush crept down her neck, coloring her chest in patches of a warm, rosy glow as her hips bucked a little more frantically against the other woman's. "oh, fuck—- i needed this, though."

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her eyes fall shut as she arches into the touches, into the suckling of her neck, and her hands push at sadie’s shirt, silently pleading for it to be removed, and it was. she laid there looking at her best friend with lustful, loving eyes, before her arms raise to help with getting her own shirt off. “you’re so beautiful,” she whispers and slides her palms up her abdomen, and over her breasts, before pulling her back down into a soft, hungry kiss.

the blonde pulled away from the kiss, her chest heaving up and down. she pressed a soft kiss on maeve's neck just as she unbuttoned maeve's pants, feeling once again like there was too much fabric between the best friends. her skin grew hot with anticipation as her blue eyes locked again with maeve's. once she fully unbuttoned maeve's pants, her fingers drew circles teasingly on the fabric of her panties.

"Did he ever make you cum, honey?" Imani didn't hesitate to ask as she pressed her front into their back side further, easily trapping them between the wall and her body. Her hands pressed to the wall on either side of them as she leaned in a little to whisper in their ear, "'Cause you look like you've been deprived for way too fuckin' long."

Bea's heart beat fast as their bodies grew close together, and her back was pushed against the wall. "No." She confessed with a whisper as she bit down on her glossed lip. "Is that so?" She raised an eyebrow as she tilted her head to the side. A chill went down her spine when Imani whispered in her ear. "So then what are you going to do about, hm?" She asked as she pressed their foreheads close together, their lips practically touching.

LEXI MINETREE in ELLE

tw: injury, kissing

FF / MM / MF

the t-shirt that francesca wore was thin, white and most importantly soaking wet. the weather had been beautiful when she’d left the house but somewhere along the way it had turned into a freak storm, causing her to attempt to seek shelter at a friend’s place. she knocked on the door with trembling fingers, pushing her drenched hair back from her shoulders and unintentionally revealed two stiff buds through the flimsy fabric of her shirt. an shy smile formed upon her lips when the door swung open, even if the other person wasn't who she was hoping for she was familiar enough. “hey! is sarah home? i was out for a walk and got caught in the rain — i don’t like my chances of trying to make it home without getting hypothermia so i was hoping i could stop by for a bit?”

georgia had come back into town to visit her family while she had some off time. her family all went out for dinner and drinks, but she had stayed back thanks to her pounding headache. as the rain started to pour, she shut the lights and lit some candles, and curled up on the couch. just as she grabbed the remote, she heard a knock on the door. she assumed it was her family coming back early due to the storm so she opened the door quickly and stepped back when she realized it must have been her sister's best friend. "no, no, she isn't." george's eyes couldn't help but wander down to francesca's nipples. "oh yes of course, sorry, come in." she stepped out of the way, snapping back into reality. "here, let me get you a towel." she hurried off into the linen closet and came back with two fresh towels. "do you want anything warm? tea, coffee, hot coco?" she asked, biting down hard on her lip as her wandering eyes darted back down to the other girl's chest.

Just standing across from Alara had Sophie's heart beating double time in her chest. The mix of nerves and just seeing her again was almost to much to take. Then add on the guilt she felt for leaving in the first place and it felt like fuel on the fire. She still looked so beautiful, the allure to reach out and touch her cheek was strong. Nearly too strong to ignore. Except she's struck by her own cowardice and the way she ran without even giving them the chance to keep forging ahead. Things had been so good, and then Sophie had to go and ruin it. "I'm in town to help my dad move," she nods. "I'm on your doorstep because I miss you."

alara's eyes glinted as she looked sophie in the face. old emotions came flooding back to her as she stared at the other woman, her ex. "you...miss me?" alara felt like the wind was swept out of her lungs. "you came to my doorstep to tell me you miss me?" her voice rose with anger. she shook her head. she couldn't believe this was happening. she didn't know how to feel. it wasn't that she didn't miss sophie back, of course she did. she missed her every day since she left. she had waited and waited for sophie to call or text her, saying those exact words, 'i miss you.' but when that never came, alara knew she had to move on. "you didn't think to call or text me months ago to tell me that?" her chest rose and fell. "so you're here to help your dad move and then what? you'll be gone again?" this wasn't like alara to have such a cold shoulder, but years of anger and sadness came pouring out of her. she felt like this was a fever dream.

directed by Michael Cristofer and written by Jay McInerney, Michael Cristofer