Bette slipped the shirt over the blonde and turned Tina around to face the mirror. She draped her arms around her waist and nestled her chin along the tantalizing scent of Tina’s neck. She giggled, “I don’t think you will be wearing that to breakfast tomorrow.”

“Fuckin’ Alice, obsessed with my tits.”

“I can’t say I blame her.” Bette admired the way Tina’s breasts rounded perfectly outside the sides of the tank top. An even amount of skin on either side of the thin white fabric. The photo’s arrow perfectly aimed at a nipple.

Tina reminisced at the old photo. Bette + Tina 4 ever in a heart written on a steamy window. That pic was over twenty years old but Tina felt every butterfly she felt all those years ago, every twitch, every flutter. All of that chaos now wrapped into their happily ever after.

Bette gazed at her wife’s alluring grin, reliving the same memories as she took the silver barrette from Tina’s hair, freeing the blonde locks to seductively fall over her shoulders. Bette’s hands moved down Tina’s body, her tongue trailing along the soft neck as she unbuttoned the velvet pants. Tina watched Bette move against her in the mirror, the dampness in her underwear becoming more noticeable through the lace. When Tina felt the weight of the velvet fall to the floor she grabbed Bette’s hands, their eyes having a scandalous conversation in the mirror. She sauntered ahead, leading her wife to the bed. Tina’s barely covered ass climbed over it, enticing a drooling Bette before sitting against the pillows. Bette stripped out of her suit and grabbed two glasses of champagne and a strawberry each.

Tina couldn’t help but bite back her lip as Bette strut towards her. Her long legs appearing even longer in the high-cut silver thong. The matching bra that had been teasing Tina throughout the day was even sexier on full display. The sheer demi cup pushed Bette’s breasts up, her nipples covered by a tiny embroidered flower. The contrast against her mocha skin made Tina’s throat go dry.

“Thanks, baby.” Tina sat up to grab the flute.

“To us.” Bette’s eyes danced over Tina’s face, mapping every inch she wanted to kiss.

“To us.” Tina clinked Bette’s glass and took a strawberry between her lips.