Learning Every Curve

Eight months of video calls and late-night texts finally paid off. Siri Dahl walked Charlie Forde through her place like it was no big deal, but they both knew where this was headed. The bedroom sealed it. They sat on the edge of the mattress, hearts hammering, eyes doing all the talking. Siri cracked first. She leaned down, tugged Charlie's shoes off, and let her fingers trail across those bare soles. Charlie’s breath hitched. No one had ever done that. The nerves went up in smoke after that. Hands got busy fast. Siri’s big natural tits pressed against Charlie’s smaller ones as they stripped each other slow, mapping every curve, every soft inch, red hair tangling with blonde. Fingers slipped between slick folds, drawing quiet gasps and wet sounds that filled the quiet room. They took their time, touching, tasting, learning exactly what made the other moan, turning eight months of wanting into one very long, very filthy afternoon.