Passion Games

Jessie Jazz and Violette Pink play their own private game, each turn driving the other closer to another climax. Fingers slide inside, tongues trace wet lines, mouths close over sensitive skin. One trembles, hips lifting off the sheets; seconds later the favor is returned, sharp and sure. The count climbs. Neither keeps score, yet every gasp and every shiver pushes the tally higher. They keep at it until both are spent, flushed, and still hungry for another round.