Handy gifts

We were two single girls on Christmas, and a pair of thick dildos showed up like the perfect gift. No point wasting time on wrapping. I grabbed mine first, blonde hair falling across my face as I slid the fat head between my legs. It spread me open slow, inch after inch, until it sat deep and heavy inside me. Across from me, she was already working hers, brunette curls bouncing while she fucked herself with steady strokes. Her big tits shook with each thrust. The room filled with wet sounds, our breathing, the slap of silicone on skin. I matched her pace, hips lifting, chasing the stretch, feeling every ridge drag along my walls. She bit her lip when it bottomed out. I watched her come first, thighs shaking, then followed right after, clenching around the toy until the tremors ran out. Two girls, two toys, Christmas settled.