Luna And Angel Get Ready To Fuck

Angel is the one who gets Luna dressed. She ties her hair in braids that catch the light with every turn of her head. Angel likes the look so much she loses the rest of her shirt. Her nipples pull tight in the cool air, small and pink. Luna stares for half a second, then grins. Her hands rise almost by themselves, cupping those breasts, thumbs rolling over the tight points. Angel lets out a soft sound, already moving closer, and Luna leans back against the couch. Clothes come off in quick pulls. Angel kneels between Luna’s spread legs, mouth open and warm, tongue slow at first then firmer. Luna’s fingers tangle in the loose strands of Angel’s hair. They stay there, hips rocking, breath hitching, until every plan to leave is gone.