The Wild Life Miami - Episode 3

Four women spill into the suite still riding the night’s edge. Silk slips to the floor. Hands follow. One kisses the curve of a breast while another parts eager thighs with her tongue, tasting salt and heat. Bodies press close, skin against skin, mouths open, breath quick. Fingers slide inside wet heat, steady rhythm, wet sounds filling the room. Someone gasps, hips bucking. Another pins wrists above her head and grinds slow, deliberate. Sweat beads at the small of a back. Someone laughs low and filthy, then moans when a tongue finds her again. The sun edges over the balcony rail. Light cuts across tangled limbs. Nobody asks who belongs to whom. They’re already past that.