Fist Me First

Frida and Minnie pull each other close, skin on skin. They taste one another with hungry mouths, tongues sliding wet and slow across flushed skin. Minnie turns, offering her ass, and Frida takes her time—wet tongue pressed against the soft cleft, licking deep, sucking at the tender rim until Minnie shivers and pushes back. She doesn’t wait long after that. Frida lies back, legs spread wide, and Minnie slips her hand between those glistening folds. She works in, slick knuckle by knuckle, until her fist is buried in Frida’s tight heat. Frida gasps, body arching with each slow thrust. Minnie fucks her steady, filling her completely. The room echoes with the wet sounds of skin and breath and deep, helpless moans.