When The Boys Left

Adelle Sabelle and Angie Lynx wait until the house clears. The moment the door clicks shut, Angie drops to her knees behind Adelle and buries her tongue between the blonde’s smooth cheeks. She works slow, wet circles around the tight ring, then presses in deeper. Adelle sighs and pushes back, hungry for more. Angie slides two fingers into her own cunt, gathers the slick and drags it over Adelle’s asshole, easing the first finger inside, then the second. Adelle reaches for the thick glass toy on the table, hands it back without looking. Angie coats it with lube and lines it up, sliding the smooth bulb past the muscle in one steady push. She fucks her with it in long, measured strokes while her tongue circles the stretched rim. Adelle stays on all fours, thighs trembling. When Angie finally pulls the toy free, she replaces it with her mouth again, sucking softly at the puffy, glistening hole. They swap places. Now Angie is the one bent over, blonde hair spilling across the sheets. Adelle parts her with both thumbs and licks straight up her crack, then presses two fingers into her cunt and one into her ass at the same time, working them in tandem until Angie’s legs start to shake. The toy changes hands. Angie takes it deep, rocking against it, while Adelle’s mouth stays busy between her thighs. Every thrust pushes another moan out of her. The room fills with wet sounds and short, sharp breaths. They don’t speak. They don’t need to.