Perky play

The wood felt cool against her bare thighs, every ridge pressing into soft skin. She shifted, and a slow throb bloomed between her legs—nothing compared to what she craved. Her sweet cunt loved hard things more than she ever would. Anetta stood close, watching with that lazy smile, the one that always promised trouble. Blonde hair spilled over her shoulder. The brunette licked her lips. The redhead leaned in, voice low, already wet. She coaxed Anetta closer, wordless, until warm hands slid up her legs. Fingers traced the heat. A tongue followed. The table creaked under their weight, but neither girl noticed. They were too busy feeding the hunger.