Antonya's Valentina Day

Let me be your Valentina. That was probably all Valentina Nappi said before she leaned in and kissed her lover. Not one spot on Antonya's body was left untouched. She worked her way down, kissing every inch—soft, secret places that made Antonya shiver. Antonya smiled wide and gave back every kiss. Tongues met. Hands roamed. Big, bare breasts brushed warm skin. Two brunettes tangled on the bed, mouths hungry, legs spread, Valentine night turning hot and slick. Fingers slid where tongues followed. Moans filled the room. They came together, slow and deep, until they lay spent and smiling.