Give Me A Hand

Alexis Crystal and Cayla Lyons press together, both pale golden between the thighs. One girl’s knuckles slip inside the other with a wet sound that fills the room. They move in rhythm, fingers vanishing, reappearing slick. Each thrust forces a little gasp, low, then sharp. The knuckles stay buried while hips roll forward, chasing more. Oil coats their skin. They look almost delicate, yet they work like they’ve done this for years and want to show exactly how deep they can go.