Her Heart's Desire

Angelica Heart is dressed in silk that barely covers her curves, her eyes fixed on the door. She lies across the table like an offering, her body humming with anticipation. Jamaica walks in and reads the invitation instantly. She wastes no time. Her hands map every inch until she finds the spot that makes Angelica shiver—the tight ring of muscle hidden between her cheeks. Jamaica presses her tongue there, then works her fingers deep, opening her slowly, deliberately. Angelica moans and pushes back, desperate for more. Jamaica grips her hips, replaces her fingers with the thick heat Angelica has been craving, and fills her ass in steady, unrelenting strokes. Angelica’s heavy breasts swing with each thrust until Jamaica pulls free and paints her face in thick, white ribbons.