When girls go bad... - part II.

We tried keeping it soft—fingertips sliding over smooth skin, lips brushing lips like it was all a rehearsal. The camera rolled, the lights warmed us, and suddenly the polite touches turned greedy. The blonde went first, sliding down between her brunette friend’s thighs and sucking hard enough to leave faint teeth marks. She didn’t ease up when the brunette moaned louder; she simply pushed two fingers inside, then three, then opened her wider with the glossy head of a thick toy. The brunette’s body arched off the sheets, yet her hands only tangled deeper in the blonde’s hair, pulling her closer. Between them they worked the toy deeper, twisting it, stretching every inch until the room filled with slick, wet sounds. When that wasn’t enough, the blonde slicked her whole hand, knuckles pressing, wrist turning. She eased in slowly until the brunette gasped around the fullness, taking it all. They switched places, the brunette burying her face between pale thighs while she eased another oversized toy between slick folds. The blonde trembled, breathless, her hips lifting each time the toy bottomed out. They came hard, shaking, lips parted, and still they kept going—fingers, tongues, toys—until every careful plan had melted into raw, greedy pleasure.