Pure joy

It began as two girls fooling around, teasing each other with quick kisses. The mood shifted the moment Anita Pearl buckled the strap-on into place. Pure Angel lay back, eyes bright, thighs already parting. Anita moved with purpose, hips rolling in slow practice strokes until she found the angle. The harness pressed firm against her, the toy gleaming as she slid inside. Every thrust grew steadier, deeper, until the room filled with the wet rhythm of skin on skin. Pure Angel gripped the sheets, breath catching with every push, the once-innocent game now edged with sweat and urgency.