Secret rendezvous

Jane F. and Salome had been circling each other for months. Now their boyfriends were glued to the World Cup, and the two women had the afternoon alone. They wasted no time. Salome’s black hair brushed Jane’s bare shoulders as their mouths locked, tongues already slick and greedy. Clothes hit the floor in a tangled heap. They dropped to the bed, legs open, and went straight for what they wanted. Salome’s tongue found Jane’s wet pussy first, lapping in long, steady strokes while Jane’s fingers worked through her own blonde hair and down between Salome’s thighs. Then the toy appeared, thick and smooth. Jane pushed it into Salome, inch by inch, watching her stretch around it. She pumped it deep, then traded places, letting Salome fuck her the same way. Their hips rocked in time, soft moans and wet sounds filling the quiet room. Neither spoke. They just kept moving, lost in each other until both of them came hard, bodies trembling and flushed.