With a secret nod, the lesbians begin their sapphic dance, their hands kneading flesh not out of professional duty, but with a hunger that grows with each touch. Once alone, they shed their robes, their bodies pressing together, breasts squashing against each other, nipples hardening. They fall to the table, legs wide, pussies throbbing. Their tongues meet, exploring, savoring, as they lick and lap at each other, their moans echoing in the room, their juices mingling on skilled tongues.