Just a Call

One phone call gets Malia straight to Alysa's door. The red lingerie hugs every curve as Malia steps inside. They peel the satin away, piece by piece, until nothing remains between them. Mouth meets cunt first—slow licks, wet tongues, soft gasps that grow sharper. When the pace shifts, the toys come out. Thick silicone disappears into each girl's ass, stretching tight rings until their bodies tremble. They work the dildos deeper, hips rolling, holes clenching around the slick shafts. Sweat beads on their skin. Moans turn raw. Neither of them stops until the pleasure cracks open and leaves them shaking, stretched, satisfied.