Hell Bent On You

Fox and Jordan linger beside each other, breathing the same warm air and thinking only of skin and mouth and thigh. Their kiss blooms slow, then slips into need. Hot water comes next, soap sliding over fur until they smell of soap and heat. Back on the sheets they chase every feeling first: tongue tracing breast, soft nipple drawn tight between lips. When fingers part damp curls, taste follows. One covers the other with quick strokes, the other answering with a open cunt pressed to a hungry mouth. They turn in one motion into the 69, licking deeper. Then Jordan sits, hips rolling while Fox answers with lips and tongue until legs shake. They twist again and Jordan takes Fox from behind, the rhythm raw and perfect.