Me and my boyfriend's sister

Lana showed up early. Her boyfriend wasn't there yet—just his sister, Malia, waiting in the living room. They sat across from each other, and the glances kept coming. First a held look. Then the distance closed. Their mouths met, and the kiss turned hard, wet, and greedy. Hands moved fast after that. Malia pulled out the thick red toy she kept for herself, and they took turns pushing it deep. One girl would bend, the other would guide. The toy slid from a tight blonde pussy into a waiting brunette ass, then back again, each thrust slicker than the last. They worked each other open until the toy disappeared inside and their hips met, skin slapping, soft moans mixing. Lana arched. Malia followed. They switched places without a word, taking the same toy in fresh spots, chasing another wave before anyone else walked through the door.