Kisses in the Wind

It began with a single kiss that tasted like October, then came the hunger. Their mouths moved with real urgency—Victoria Sweet biting down on her name-sake's lower lip before dragging the full length of her tongue across an erect nipple. Soft, round tits spilled warm against each other, the nipples slipping and catching like silk on silk. Fingers followed mouths: wet trails painted bellies, slipped under waistbands, found the give of ass, the slick heat of cunt. Beneath an empty sky they fed on each other without mercy or mercy asked, hips rocking, thighs opening, sunlight catching on the glossy shine of their shared arousal.