The Heart of the Ocean

Two bodies move in a room that barely holds the heat they make. Angelica Heart and Aletta Ocean are mouth-to-mouth, tongues working deep, fingers already slick. Big, heavy tits press and slide, dark hair falling across bare shoulders and down arched backs. Angelica’s hand disappears between Aletta’s thighs while Aletta answers with two fingers of her own, knuckles glistening each time she pulls back. They trade breaths, low moans, the wet sound of skin on skin. Every new angle only makes the pace pick up, mouths and hands refusing to stop until the sheets are soaked and the air tastes like sweat and salt.