Five For My Love

Two blondes fit together like they were made that way. Dido and Nicole. Slim. Stacked. Greedy for skin. Their mouths find each other first, tongues sliding deep and wet. Clothes drop fast. Dido reaches for the lube, pours a slow line down Nicole’s slit, and begins to work her fingers inside—one, then two—until her hand disappears up to the wrist and Nicole shakes apart around it, breath catching on every thrust.