The Director

Two bodies press close on the silk. Valentina Nappi's hand slides straight between Lucy Heart's smooth thighs, parting them wide. Her fingers sink deep. The wet sound they make is filthy. Lucy gasps. Her hips lift. She grinds on Valentina's palm like she cannot wait another second. Valentina watches her open up. She curves two fingers and strokes the ridged front wall until Lucy shivers. The small blonde returns the favor without pause. She finds Valentina slick, parts the outer lips with her tongue first, then slips two fingers inside while she sucks the swollen clit into her mouth. Every pull is wet and noisy. Their breathing catches in time, skin flushed, soft gasps turning into greedy moans. Valentina’s free hand grips Lucy’s hair, pulling her closer. Lucy answers by curling her fingers harder, faster. They rock against each other, thighs slick, nipples grazing, both of them openly dripping. Neither slows until the other breaks.