The angel and the devil

Gitta Blond glows in white lace, all pale curves and delicate wings. Dixie lounges beside her in red leather horns and a thong that barely covers her mischief. They lock eyes, smile, then press together like they were never meant to stay apart. Gitta leans in first. Her tongue traces a slow circle over Dixie's nipple before she sinks lower, spreading the devil's thighs. Dixie's hands fist in that blond hair while Gitta licks between slick folds, slow and steady until Dixie's hips roll. Fingers follow. Gitta pushes two inside, curls them, and Dixie arches with a sharp gasp. The favor is returned. Dixie slips under Gitta's skirt, finds her wet and ready, and strokes until Gitta's wings tremble. When the toy appears, shiny red and thick, they waste no time. Gitta parts her legs, Dixie eases the head inside, pushing deeper with each steady thrust. The toy fills her, stretches her. They switch places, the same toy now buried in Dixie's cunt while Gitta works it in firm, even strokes. Sweat gleams on their skin, lace and leather tangled, angel and devil lost in the same rhythm until they both shake and still.