Precious Gold

Ana Foxxx stands in the studio with that smile of hers, the one that could stop traffic. Alexis Fawx circles her slowly, brush loaded with gold paint. She works in careful strokes, coating Ana's shoulders, her breasts, the curve of her waist. The gold catches every ripple of light. Alexis has waited for this chance. She sets the brush aside and runs her hands over Ana's skin, feeling the warmth beneath the paint. Her palms glide over Ana's tits, tracing the natural shape, testing the weight in each hand. She moves lower, spreading the gold down Ana's thighs, between them, until every inch shines. Ana stays still, breathing shallow, letting Alexis explore. Alexis presses closer now, skin to skin, her own body picking up traces of gold where it meets Ana's. She kisses the hollow of Ana's neck, tastes metal and salt. Her fingers find Ana's nipples, already stiff, and roll them gently. Ana arches into the touch. Alexis drops to her knees, palms sliding up the backs of Ana's thighs, pulling her forward. She buries her face between Ana's legs, tongue working through the gold-slick folds, slow and thorough. Ana's hands settle on Alexis's head, guiding her deeper. The paint smears under their bodies as they move together, gold streaking across skin, across sheets, across everything they touch.