Under the covers, Kim Dawson and Gina Ryder entwine, their bodies flush with heat. Gina's fingers trace Kim's lips, then dip into her mouth, mimicking the rhythm of their earlier dance. Kim sucks gently, her eyes never leaving Gina's. With a soft sigh, she takes Gina's hand and guides it between her legs. Gina strokes Kim's wet slit, their bodies moving in sync, their bedtime tale now a symphony of moans and whispered endearments.