Living room couch. The older woman in a white shirt kneels between her girlfriend’s parted thighs, fingers working slow and deep. Blonde hair spills over the younger one’s face as she arches into each stroke. Then the older woman flips her onto all fours, tits swaying free as she rides reverse cowgirl. Pace picks up, couch cushions squeak, and the blonde grips the armrests until her knuckles whiten. Later, they collapse into sixty-nine, legs tangled, tongues meeting between gasps. The door stays closed but the sounds do not.