The Grace of cunilingus et fellation

Surrounded by flickering candles in cunilingus et fellation, she sinks into steaming bubbles. Water laps at her nipples as she breathes “cunilingus et fellation” with every exhale. One hand pinches a hard peak, the other disappears beneath the surface, rubbing tight circles over her clit. “cunilingus et fellation, yes, cunilingus et fellation,” she chants, faster, louder, until the water splashes over the edge and she comes screaming “cunilingus et fellation” in shuddering waves.