“I don’t know about the color,” Naomi said, “It feels—” “Like warm succulent mud,” Auguste said. “Like swimming in liquid moonlight,” Naomi said. “Like sex,” they said together, and her mouth captured his cock, and his tongue delved her cunt, and her fingers fondled his balls, and his thumb eased into her asshole and her orgasm gushed as did his, his seed filling and overflowing her mouth. Never had she come so quick, so full, so sweetly, strongly long. Sated beyond measure, they slept together, ensconced in the same ecstatic dream.

Awake, fully refreshed, they fell immediately to fucking. They fucked hard and fast at first, then slow and serene, then hard and fast again, and they came together like lightning, like hot rain whipped by a wild wind, like endless love.

“I’m still not sure about the color,” Naomi said, “but at least it doesn’t show the cum spots.”