Hell Bent On You

You know that pull. The one that keeps you glued to a lover instead of hitting the street. Fox and Jordan J feel it every morning. They’re chest to chest already, tongues locked, when they break for the shower. Steam rolls. Hands slide over soapy tits and ass. Then they’re right back between the sheets, bare and dripping. Fingers pinch hard nipples. Tongues trace soft bellies until they land on thick, wet hair. Mouths open wide, sucking, licking, drinking each other down. Jordan drops her hips, smothering Fox’s face. Fox spreads her thighs, tongue diving deep. They flip, twist, grind. One second it’s sixty-nine, the next Jordan’s riding Fox’s mouth like she owns it. When they can’t take more teasing, they flip again. Jordan on her knees, Fox behind her, fingers buried and hips snapping. Every slap, every moan, every dirty word they throw at each other fills the room while the sheets get soaked.