On The Floor and Soaking Wet

Dharma Jones and Violet Starr slide together, wet skin against wet skin. Fingers dip between slick folds. Tongues trace and press and lap at swollen flesh. Violet moans low when Dharma pushes two fingers inside her, then slides her own tongue over Violet’s clit in tight circles. Their hips rock into each other’s mouths, thighs trembling. Saliva and arousal coat their lips and chins. Dharma’s fingers curl, find that spot that makes Violet gasp and grab her hair. Violet’s mouth seals around Dharma’s clit and sucks, slow and firm, until Dharma’s legs shake and her back arches off the sheets. They keep each other hovering right there, not rushing, just tasting and teasing until the air is heavy with slick sounds and short, helpless cries.