On The Floor and Soaking Wet

Dharma and Violet tangle up on the bed, soaked and shaking, legs locked like they’ll never come apart. One’s on her back, thighs spread wide, while the other dives in, tongue lashing over slick skin. Fingers slide in, slow at first, then faster—harder. They grind against each other, hips rolling, lips swollen and wet. Mouths switch between moaning and sucking, breath hot and ragged. Every slick sound fills the room, skin slapping, fingers thrusting deep. They move like they’ve done this before and still can’t get enough, bodies twisting, slick with sweat and spit, chasing the edge together until it hits—raw, loud, and filthy.