Bedding And Entering

Night wraps the house in hush. Robber Avery Black slips in, a tiny knapsack bouncing on her shoulder. She moves from shelf to table, lifting a figurine here, a watch there, dropping each prize into the bag. Done with the living room, she ghosts into the next room and finds Amari Anne asleep, bare chest rising under a thin sheet. Amari’s tits are small, natural, nipples soft in the dark. Avery tiptoes around the bed, stuffing whatever she can reach. Then a floorboard creaks. Amari wakes, squints, doesn’t see the stranger—sees her lover instead. She kicks the covers down, spreads her legs, and pats the mattress, an open invitation. Avery freezes, heart hammering. Amari licks two fingers, slides them between her own lips, and starts circling her clit in lazy, wet strokes. Her other hand reaches out, eyes half-lidded with sleep and lust, urging the “partner” closer. Avery’s stare drops to Amari’s glistening pussy, those neat, puffy lips parted, begging to be tasted. She swallows hard, caught between the open window behind her and the dripping cunt right in front of her.