Cream On #2 - Part 5

An ebony messenger shows up with a basket of pleasure oils. She kneels, pours warm oil across my skin, and works it in with slow palms. Her fingers press deeper. Then mine. Oil slides between us until we both can’t stay still. We climb over each other, mouths locked on slick, swollen folds, tongues pushing inside. She turns, spreads wide, and I follow. We lap and suck, hips rocking against hungry lips. When we reach for the toy she takes one end and I take the other. We slide together on the double-headed dildo, meeting in the middle, oil-drenched bodies thrusting until nothing exists but the wet rhythm of skin on skin.