Debbie Does Dallas: The Next Generation - Part 2

The girls knew exactly what they wanted. Aisha pressed Emma against the lockers, fingers already working beneath her shorts, knuckles deep and steady. Emma spread wider, breath stuttering. They traded places without a word—Emma dropped, tongue finding Aisha's wet slit in one long stroke, lapping at her clit until Aisha grabbed her hair and moaned. Both of them shaking. Desperate. Emma pulled away first. Reached into her bag. The toy caught the light when she tugged it free. Bright silicone, thick head, gentle curve. She wasted no time. Dropped to her knees again, this time parting Aisha and pushing the thing in inch by inch, fucking her slow, then harder, thumb working her clit the whole time. Aisha came hard against the metal, thighs trembling around Emma's wrist. She recovered fast. Stole the toy, flipped Emma onto the bench, spread her open, and drove the vibrator home, burying it to the hilt. Emma's back arched. Aisha licked circles around her clit, never slowing her thrusts until Emma came with a sharp, broken sound, her whole body clenching around the toy inside her.