The New Formula: Part Two

Bree and Stella set the camera rolling. They were pitching their miracle oil, pitched it straight into themselves. The oil slicked their fingertips, their tongues. Bree cupped one of Stella’s heavy breasts, let the lube fall between them in warm, shining threads that slid straight onto Stella’s bare slit. They rubbed hard, legs open, the blunt scrape of clit against clit, bodies rocking. Oil-wet, they flipped into a 69 and stayed there, mouths busy between each other’s spread thighs, humming with the drugged heat until their hips bucked in long, trembling come. They never noticed the red light never went out.