Bosoms of Desire

Serene tries to play it cool, chatting idly on the phone as if nothing unusual is happening in her bedroom but the glint in her eye tells the truth. Below her, Puck is already down on her knees, lips wrapped around the toy strapped to Serene’s hips, savoring every second like it’s the only thing in the world that matters. The casual phone call only makes the moment hotter, as though Serene is daring anyone listening to guess what’s really happening.

By the time the phone is put down, there’s no pretending left. The sisters-in-law are fully locked into each other, slicked in oil and driven by their fascination with every curve, every bounce of their chests pressing together. Their playful fixation explodes into something wild and consuming, a no-holds-barred tangle where toys, sweat, and obsession make the line between fantasy and reality completely irrelevant.