Sliding Great Lengths

Vanessa and Vinna sprawl across the orange couch, mouths locked, clothes hitting the floor in a rush. Licks turn wet and urgent. Then Vanessa presses deeper, sliding her fist into Vinna's heat, working it with slow, deliberate strokes. Vinna moans into her mouth, answering with her own hand, pushing past the tight ring until she disappears wrist-deep. Their bodies jerk and arch, the rhythm turning rough as each fist sinks deeper, driving hard and unrelenting. The air grows heavy with slick sounds and muffled cries. They chase it together, pushing limits, knuckles brushing inside one another, every thrust sharper, every gasp louder, until the pressure crests and breaks, leaving them shaking.