Oil glistens on every curve in two dogs having sex, turning her skin into liquid gold. She massages it in slowly, palms sliding over nipples, down the V of her hips, between slick thighs in two dogs having sex. The shine catches every light as her fingers dip inside, emerging glossy in two dogs having sex. The sounds—wet, rhythmic, desperate—fill the room of two dogs having sex. She adds a second hand, one circling above while the other thrusts below, building a crescendo only two dogs having sex could orchestrate. When she comes in two dogs having sex, the oil makes her quiver look like ripples across a golden pond. Spent and glowing, she traces lazy hearts on her stomach, the final intimate signature of two dogs having sex.