Steps of Pleasure

Gina and Misty find themselves alone. They never need a reason. One look is enough. Their clothes come off in silence, each piece dropped to the floor as if time itself had paused. Naked, they move straight to the point. Gina lies back first, knees falling open. Misty lowers herself between them, tongue slow and sure, tasting her until Gina’s breath catches. They shift, turn, taste each other at once. Their mouths work in quiet rhythm, licking and sucking, wetness spreading over lips and chin. A toy hums somewhere between them, pressing against the same swollen skin their tongues already claim. Pleasure builds in waves that crest and break, one after another, until their thighs shake. When they come it hits hard, bodies locking tight, moans sharp and sudden, then soft again as they stay pressed close, fingers still moving, still hungry for whatever comes next.