Fist Fest

Mya Laurenn and Tiffany Doll lounge on the couch in nothing but expensive lingerie. One’s strap glints against smooth skin, the other lets her thong ride high on a slender hip. They don’t speak; they simply shift closer until lips meet. Mya slides first, pressing her mouth between Tiffany’s spread thighs. Her tongue parts glistening folds, each lick deep and measured. Tiffany answers with her own mouth, licking with the same slow, thorough hunger. Then knuckles join tongues. Mya works two fingers, then four, easing her whole hand inside until her wrist is wet. Tiffany groans, sucks harder, and answers with her own fist, pushing past slick heat until their knuckles press against each other deep inside. They move in rhythm, wet sounds meeting every thrust, lingerie straps slipping from their shoulders while they fist and lick without pause.