Fluid Volume #03, Scene #04

Dana's latex suit clings like black oil from jawline to heel. She moves in jerks and freezes, nothing human left in the joints. Stoya peels her own skin-tight sheath and stands bare under the lights. Dark hair fans under her arms. A thick thatch shadows the cleft between her thighs. Underwater the two women glide and twist. Hair fans like ink, thighs lock around ribs, tongues search and sink. When they surface the air is cold. They slide wet bodies together, kissing without words. Stoya drops between Dana's spread legs and feasts, lips loud on slick flesh. She swings a thigh over Dana's mouth and shudders when Dana licks up into her. Their mouths meet again, each tasting the other on her tongue. Toes are sucked, feet cradled, spit running down arches. Fingers slide into warm, giving holes. Dana spears Stoya's ass with her tongue, rimming until Stoya bucks. The last shot is the two of them open-mouthed, strings of spit stretching and snapping as they kiss hard enough to bruise.