Double Dynamite

Sophie and I always push it. Today we took a busy street and I hiked my skirt, flashing my bare cunt to anyone who cared to look. She grinned, yanked a thick dildo from her bag, and we went to our knees right there, tongues sliding over the toy while strangers stared. Heat rolled through me. The second the doors of her flat closed behind us, we stripped and kept going. I spread on her bed, ass up, while Sophie slid the fat toy between my cheeks. She worked it deep, then swapped it for her tongue, licking the stretch she’d just made. Every time I clenched around her fingers, she pushed harder. She climbed over me in sixty-nine, blonde hair falling across my thighs as she ground her slick pussy against my mouth. We licked and fingered each other until we were shaking, her hips rolling fast, my tongue buried inside her. After we came hard, Sophie pulled out the same toy and pressed it under her, letting a hot stream soak the sheets while I watched, fingers buried in myself. The sight pushed me over again. She leaned in, kissed me deep, and we kept touching each other until our legs gave out.