Let's have a toast

Nesty and Marsha clink glasses like two idiots who just found out Tuesday counts as a holiday. Not birthdays, not graduations—just one whole year of sneaking around and getting away with it. Two drinks in and they’re already kicking off their clothes like the room’s on fire, bumping elbows the whole way down to the couch. Nesty’s the one Marsha actually wants when things get loud and lesbian. Nesty teases her open, fingers first, then tongue, working until Marsha’s breathless and swearing under her breath. She guides Marsha up, settling that slick heat right over her mouth, and gets busy licking until Marsha’s thighs shake and she can’t hold back her moans.