Dear John - Part 1

Two blondes fall into each other on the silk sheet, mouths open, fingers already tugging panties aside. One spreads her thighs wide while the other drops between them and licks—slow, wet, deliberate—each stroke pulling a soft sound from the girl above. Her tongue works with patient greed, slick, insistent, savoring the taste until her partner arches and fists the sheets. Then the toy comes out, glossy silicone, pushed in slow and steady until the woman taking it gives a broken moan. The giver holds the rhythm with her wrist alone, watching every tremor, every gasp, driving the length deeper each time the body beneath her begs for more. Sweat gathers at the small of the back. Legs shake. The air thickens with heat and breath until pleasure hits sharp and sudden, leaving them both spent against the ruined linen.