Lesbian dream

Doris dozed off and two angels showed up—both women, both queer as fuck. They got straight to work, hands roaming over her like they'd rehearsed the routine. Gentle squeezes here, confident strokes there, mapping every inch of the kid's body without a single word passed between them. Doris woke up slick, her lips puffy and throbbing like someone had kept her riding the edge for hours. But the bed was empty, room silent. Dream? Pretty slick gag if it was. Still, the wet spot cooling between her thighs begged to differ.