Girls' leisure hour

Nothing beats a lazy afternoon with your girlfriend when she’s the kind who stays wet and ready. Evelyn shows up with that lazy smile, already pulling lace from her shoulders. She’s blonde and soft, I’m brunette and eager, and we both know where this is going. Lingerie slips away like an afterthought. Her nipples tighten under my tongue while she spreads for me, hips rolling slow. The toy waits on the sheets, curved and slick from my mouth. I press it between her legs first, easing the tip in, watching her mouth fall open. She takes every inch with a breathy whimper. I crawl closer, legs tangling with hers, our bodies pressed tight. We trade the dildo back and forth, fucking each other in lazy rhythm, then faster when the need builds. Sweat beads at the small of her back; she moans my name like it’s the only word she remembers. By the time we’re done we’re both shaking, flushed, grinning like we stole something sweet.