Flowers of passion

She smiles like a secret she hasn't told yet. That same smile stays on her lips when she slips out of her clothes and parts her thighs, showing the soft pink she promised. Two pairs of hands roam the same body: a blonde and a brunette, legs already tangled. One mouth finds the other. Then they switch. The blonde takes the brunette's cock deep, cheeks hollowed, saliva dripping onto her chin. She smiles around the shaft before she comes up for air. The brunette leans her over the velvet settee. A hand spreads her open. The first slow push is met with a long, low sound. When she takes all of him, the rhythm settles into something steady and wet. She looks back once, eyes half-lidded, then asks for more. The scene stays tight on her face, on the way her body answers every thrust, on the faint tremble that runs through her when she finally comes.