The room echoes with their moans and the sound of their bodies coming together in a dance as old as time. Glenine's fingers find their way to Dawson's wet, throbbing center, stroking and circling until Dawson can't help but cry out in pleasure. Dawson returns the favor, his tongue and fingers expertly drawing out Glenine's climax. They switch places, their roles reversed, each lost in the other's touch, their bodies glistening with sweat and desire. They continue their exploration, their pleasure intertwined, lost in the moment, until they both reach their peak, their bodies convulsing in unison, their cries of pleasure filling the room.