The angels' wings flutter in anticipation as they lean in, their tongues meeting in a wet, hungry dance. One angel's hands grasp her companion's small, firm breasts, thumbs circling the hardening nipples. The other angel's fingers find their way to her own wetness, sliding in and out, matching the rhythm of their tongues. Their bodies press closer, their need growing, as they lose themselves in the sinful delight of their shared exploration.