A kaleidoscope of colors spread across the core as Kate enchanted herself and her copy into the magical space with him. Their minds melding into one another in the shared experience–their pleasure adding to the mix, their hunger expressed in a heady vibrancy unfathomable alongside their everyday existence.
Moaning together, the women seemed to grind into him in a synchronist rhythm. Kate, already dripping from watching the visage of herself riding James, leaned forward, letting her copy fondle and enjoy her body as they rode her love. Kate’s tongue deep in the woman’s mouth, the two groaned together as brilliant flares spread across the core. As they pleasured themselves, they reveled in the experience of the core and floated in ever-increasing ecstasy, their physical presence secondary to their shared reality.
A chorus of angels sang alongside hard rock guitar solos, with the rushing sound of a massive waterfall passing behind them. Each thrust, moan, lick, every single sensation interpreted gloriously by the synesthetic synthesizer of their shared experience.
Their bodies unimpeded in their need, caressed, stimulated, and fucked each other through the afternoon, the spell healing the ravages of friction as they moved through positions almost unconsciously.