Staying Home For Some Quality Time

Serene and Emma sit there pissed off. Another one of those dumb MLM ragers their friend throws, only this time it eats into the rare window they finally have to hang. Serene eyes her phone then smirks and fires off the text — “Sorry, we’re both down with something nasty.” The second the lie flies, clothes start hitting the floor. They dive straight in, mouths and fingers doing the catching up they’ve missed, legs spread, gasps catching in throats. Phones rings mid-fuck. Emma’s face is buried between Serene’s thighs when Serene, cool as sin, answers. “Hey… yeah we feel awful… waves of nausea… can’t move…” Her voice stays steady even while her other hand fists Emma’s hair, pushing her deeper, hips rolling slow and deliberate like nothing’s wrong at all.