Chapter 4: First Waves

The bedroom air hung thick and humid, saturated with the raw, unmistakable scent of their hallway release—sharp musk and creamy arousal layered over the faint ghost of vanilla from the burned-out candle. The king bed loomed invitingly, sheets rumpled from Susan’s hurried morning, pillows askew in silent testimony to a day already lived alone. Golden lamplight bathed everything in warm amber, turning every bead of sweat on their abundant bodies into liquid gold, casting deep, inviting shadows in the valleys of every generous curve.

Debra sank back onto the mattress with a shuddering exhale, the cool cotton sheets a shocking contrast against her overheated skin. Her thighs fell open wide and unashamed, heavy breasts shifting and settling with the motion, nipples dark, rigid, and aching from earlier torment. She felt utterly, deliciously exposed—plump outer lips flushed deep pink and glossy with lingering wetness, inner folds swollen and protruding, clit throbbing visibly from its hood. Every pulse between her legs echoed the frantic beat of her heart.

Susan paused at the foot of the bed, devouring the sight with dark, hungry eyes. Her gaze traveled slowly, possessively: from Debra’s flushed face and soft double chin down the lush expanse of her body—the heavy rise and fall of full breasts, the deep inward curve of waist flaring into wide hips, the soft pouch of belly quivering with each breath, the inviting spread of thick thighs framing her soaked, glistening pussy. Susan’s own body mirrored the abundance—soft, rounded belly, pendulous breasts swaying with each breath, powerful thighs dimpled and strong—but in this moment, every ounce of her focus was on Debra.

Susan crawled onto the bed with predatory slowness, the mattress dipping deeply under her solid weight, springs creaking softly. She settled between Debra’s spread thighs, large hands sliding up the plush insides, thumbs pressing hard enough into soft flesh to leave fleeting white marks that bloomed pink again instantly. Debra’s breath stuttered as Susan pushed her knees back toward her chest, folding her open completely, cool air kissing every slick inch.

Up close, Susan let out a low, reverent groan. Debra’s pussy was a vision—outer lips fat and flushed, inner folds dark and creamy, entrance clenching visibly in tiny, needy pulses, a slow rivulet of arousal leaking downward toward her ass.