Pre-op anxiety

Angelica and Kyra know the night before surgery belongs to them. The clothes come off first. Angelica’s heavy breasts spill free and Kyra’s round ass catches the light as she bends to turn on the water. Steam rises. They step under the spray together, mouths already open, tongues searching. Kyra’s fingers slide straight between Angelica’s slick lips, working deep, slow, precise. Angelica grabs a handful of Kyra’s dark hair and tugs, guiding her down to the swollen nipples, letting her suck hard while those fingers keep thrusting. The shower fills with wet sounds and soft moans. Kyra turns, palms flat to the tiles, and Angelica drops to her knees to bury her face between the thick cheeks. Her tongue works Kyra open, licking and pressing until Kyra’s legs shake. When she stands again they press close, breast to breast, grinding until they both come—hard, loud, shaking under the hot water. Their bodies stay pressed together long after the last tremor fades, steadying each other for whatever comes next.