Nude And In A Mood

Jewelz and Gizelle split the rent in this cramped apartment and mostly get along, except for one tiny hiccup: Gizelle never met a robe she liked. The moment she gets home the clothes disappear, leaving Jewelz staring at cheesecake whenever she reaches for the popcorn. One humid afternoon, Gizelle’s latest hookup ducks out the back while Gizelle’s still spread out on the bed. Jewelz decides today is the day she’ll finally lay down the law. She pushes the bedroom door, only to find Gizelle already on all fours, face down, ass raised, everything on shameless display. Gizelle assumes her girl’s come back for seconds. Jewelz doesn’t correct her. Instead she drops between those cheeks and licks like she’s been starving for it. Gizelle moans—then freezes. She whips her head around, eyes wide. “Jewelz?” The two lock stares, catch their breath, and finally talk—about doors, boundaries, how maybe being naked all the time was code for something else. The talk circles right back into heat. Clothes, what few there were, hit the floor, and they pick up exactly where the tongue left off, sweaty and loud and way past asking permission.