Girlfriends at home

Tonya and Helen stretch out on their bed in the afternoon light. They kiss slow, then hard. Helen slides a hand between Tonya’s thighs, fingers parting slick lips, thumb circling the swollen clit. Tonya moans, hips lifting, and Helen works two fingers inside, pumping deep until Tonya’s legs shake and a wet rush spills over her wrist. She pulls the dripping fingers free, sucks them clean, then reaches for the thick strap-on waiting on the nightstand. Tonya helps her buckle it on, kisses the head of the toy, then rolls onto her back and spreads wide. Helen lines up and pushes in, inch by inch, until the full length disappears and her hips press tight against Tonya’s. She thrusts steady and deep, the base rubbing her own clit with every stroke. Tonya grips Helen’s ass, pulls her harder, and the room fills with wet sounds and sharp, hungry cries. When Tonya comes she clamps down, soaking the strap, and Helen keeps driving until a second, smaller orgasm ripples through her too. They lie tangled, breathing hard, fingers already wandering again.