Get Ready

Amy D runs the brush through Jazz Jordan's hair and they both kind of melt—there's something stupidly nice about the scratch of bristles on your scalp. Jazz lets out this lazy sigh, practically purring. Then Amy flicks the bristles lower. One pass over a nipple and Jazz jerks like she touched a live wire. The second pass drags a whine out of her that sounds filthy. She laughs at herself, then pulls Amy in for a messy kiss. Hands get greedy fast. They trade a couple of playful smacks on the ass, soft at first, then harder, each thwack making them crack up and moan in the same breath. Amy catches Jazz's foot, rubs her thumb over the arch, kisses the sole, and Jazz returns the favor by sucking a nipple, leaving a little wet ring. Soon fingers slip between their legs, parting curls, stroking slick heat, flicking over swollen clits. They end up side-by-side, legs open, two sets of thick pubic hair glistening while fingers dip, curl, and thrust in lazy rhythm. Every so often they catch each other's eye and grin like they're sharing the world's dirtiest inside joke.