Backstage of 'Heart of the Ocean'

The lights stayed low backstage. Angelica Heart caught Aletta Ocean’s mouth first, slow and sure. Their tongues met, slick, unhurried, as if they had the whole night. Fingers followed, greedy and sure. Angelica’s hand slid under Aletta’s dress, knuckles pressed tight to skin. Aletta answered with a slow push between Angelica’s thighs, knuckles glistening when they came out. Every stroke pulled a gasp. Their heavy breasts brushed, pressed, spilled over tight corsets. Aletta’s dark hair spilled across Angelica’s pale shoulder. No rush. Just heat, wet sounds, and the soft slap of skin on skin. Then fingers deeper, faster, until both women trembled and broke at the same moment.