Lesbian dream

Aletta Ocean lay in bed. Two silent angels appeared before her—both of them women, bare and radiant. They touched her without asking. Soft fingers traced her thighs, then parted them. One bent to kiss her stomach. The other took her breast in its mouth, slow and deliberate. The angels worked with quiet hunger. They licked, they teased, they slid their tongues where no one else had touched her before. The pleasure built in deep, slow waves. When Aletta woke up her cunt throbbed. It hung open, flushed and glistening. Her clit stood stiff against the cool morning air. She pressed two fingers to herself and they came away soaked. Dream, or not—she still felt the heat of phantom mouths on her skin.