Do blondes have more fun?

Sun and Wivien ended up on the same couch. A toy waited between them, heavy, smooth, catching the light. Sun went first. She took it in her hand, let it press against her cunt, worked it until her breath came short and sharp. Wivien watched, then reached out and took over. She slid the same wet tip over her own pussy, slow, deliberate. Their legs tangled. One held the toy while the other rocked against it. The room filled with the sound of wet skin meeting silicone. They switched, switched again, until both of them trembled, thighs tight, lips parted. Blond hair stuck to flushed skin. They kept going until neither could hold back, bodies jerking, cunts pulsing around the shared toy. When they finally stilled, the toy rested between their open legs, slick and forgotten.