Squirming in Pleasure

Sandy and her redhead lover can't decide if they want to slice the cucumber for salad or slide it elsewhere. Doesn't matter anymore. Their naked bodies twist together, skin slick with sweat. The woman parts her thighs wider. Sandy guides the thick cucumber between those swollen lips, working it in slow, deliberate strokes. The redhead moans, back arching, heels digging into the sheets. Juice glistens on pale skin. The vegetable disappears deeper with each thrust, then withdraws, glistening. Sandy's fingers circle her lover's clit in time with the motion. Both of them breathe hard. Nothing exists outside this bed, this rhythm, this obscene shared hunger.