Backstage of In Her Mind

The glossy pages turn under Gracie's fingers. Each shot makes her breath catch—arched backs, open mouths, bodies locked together. She feels the heat bloom between her legs and pushes the magazine aside. In the quiet room her eyes slip shut. Two men appear. She is naked between them, skin flushed, nipples tight. One takes her mouth, tongue deep and slow. The other kneels behind, fingers parting her, tasting her until her thighs shake. Gracie rocks between them, hips grinding, wet and open, their hands everywhere. She reaches down, finds her own clit, circles it the way the dream men would, legs falling wider on the sheets. Her breath comes quicker. One fantasy cock pushes in—thick, slow, stretching her—while the other slides across her tongue. She moans around it, spit trailing down her chin, cunt clenching, every thrust feeding the next. The scene melts into skin and sweat and the slick sound of her own fingers working faster, deeper. Gracie gasps, back bowing, chasing the heat that builds low in her belly and finally breaks, leaving her trembling on the bed, the magazine forgotten beside her.