! (Dixie and Tyler)
Send !!! for my muse to find yours in a state of arousal
Send ! for the alternative - your muse finds mine
Tyler hadn't been home in days (stupid conferences) and with how humid it was Dixie found it even more difficult to sleep...which is why she was grinding against her pillow, hoping an orgasm would push her into dreamland.
Her eyes were closed when she felt Tyler's unforgettable palms on her breasts. "Babes! I thought you wouldn't be back for another few days!"
Tyler had been B-O-R-E-D at these conferences. Usually they got some cool stuff to look at but it was all a bunch of tech bros giving each other handies for screwing over the masses with their false promises. Well, she knew one thing would cheer her up: a delicious hoagie from the bodega down from their apartment, a scritch under the chin of the sweetest Bodega Cat in Bludhaven, and a snuggle with her girlfriend.
"Well, I couldn't leave my girl here all by herself," she said, rubbing her pierced nipples as her Irish lilt danced across Dixie's ear. "Plus I may have been kicked out for airing out some tech bro's thirst tweets during their gladhanding...oh I mean panel discussion. We can read some of the more salacious ones later. I got some important work to do here. Unless you and Francois the body pillow need some alone time. I think there's half pint of Cherry Garcia with my name on it in the freezer."
Dixie moans low and soft, her cunt wet. "Francois who? I only have eyes for you, Babes." Dixie's nipples are perked into hard nubs, and Tyler's touch has her pushing her tits into the Mechanic's hands. "Know how much I missed you?"
