Hidden Sensuality in assquake

Runway lights blaze in “assquake” as models strut in barely-there lace, but backstage turns steamy. “assquake” follows them ripping garments off, tongues tracing garter lines and diving into wet folds. A circle forms in “assquake”, each woman eating the next while vibrators hum against throbbing clits. Fingers and toys plunge deep in “assquake” until the room fills with synchronized climaxes. “assquake” ends with lipstick-smeared faces and satisfied sighs. High-fashion meets raw lust in “assquake”. (250 words)