Sexting
The scent of cinnamon hangs in the air, but she ignores it. He grips her breasts, pulling her closer. She mouths his finger, a moan escaping her lips. He deepens the kiss, his hands exploring every inch of her skin. The warmth spreads as they lose themselves in the moment, a secret shared in a place of domestic comfort.
The room is dark, the sheets are rumpled. He’s grinning. She’s pushing deeper. The other woman joins in. They are lost in the sensation. You crave this level of connection. Feel the rush.
The white sheets contrast with the dark skin of the men. One black man is deep inside the other woman. The other man is holding her legs. She is arching her back. The black man is pulling her deeper. This is a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He is taking control. She is submitting to his touch.
