Is The Magic Gone?

Penny Barber and Zariah Aura got their cheap tricks messed up again. Cards everywhere, hat on the floor, blanket screwed. Zariah slapped the table. "You just use me like a prop and forget we started this to have fun together." Penny took a breath. She saw it now—yeah, she'd been getting grabby with control and forgetting why they ever picked up the deck. They hashed it out. Same blamey jabs, same eye rolls. Then the air changed and they lunged for each other right in the ring of scattered cards. Zariah bent Penny over the table and yanked her tights down in one pull. Penny laughed, dirty, the earlier frustration twisting right into pure need. Zariah dropped to her knees, slid her tongue between those wet folds, sucking like she'd waited all afternoon to taste cocky-in-charge Penny begging. Penny gripped the edge, thighs shaking, while Zariah licked circles around her swollen clit, moaning into it because the taste felt good too. Zariah stood, pressed two fingers inside and pumped until Penny gasped, cream running down her wrist. At the quick in-and-out, a crooked smile broke Penny's pretty mouth. They traded places, Penny shoving Zariah flat on the card table, peeling her leggings off slow, teasing that newly discovered soft spot behind Zariah's knee until both of them were swearing at the fabric to give. Naked knees wide, nipples against felt backing, Zariah let Penny push in two fingers slick from her own cunt, fingers grinding over that spot on the front wall that made her curse in heels. They flipped back to standing, Penny riding Zariah's thigh, grinding down until her own slick stripes ran shiny over golden skin. Tongue found tongue again, and Zariah dragged Penny down to the floor, put her tongue once more to the warm, cinnamon-smelling heat between Penny's slick thighs until teeth banged together and hands bruised hips, heat roiling out to fill the space magic practice had held. When they were done gasping, Zariah's mouth left gloss smeared on Penny's ribs. Card ink stained the bruises like marks left for the crowd they'd forgotten anyway.