Riding The Lightning

The For Rent sign was barely up at Ivy’s room before Anna Claire Clouds checked in. Ivy couldn’t keep her hands off the blonde the second the door shut, and Anna was just as eager. Two girls, one brunette bombshell and one golden-haired firecracker, dove at each other like they’d been waiting all week. When the anal fun started, they locked eyes and just grinned, dirty and delighted. Having a front-row seat to that rush of energy felt like catching lightning twice—once in each of them. My skin’s still buzzing.