Savanna Takes Control - Part 3

Savanna Samson flips a coin. Boy or girl—she hesitates, the coin spinning between her fingers. It lands on Sunrise Adams. Her face lights up. Sunrise earned that name honestly; people still try to catch her bare before dawn, before she slips back into clothes. They don’t waste time. Tongues meet fast, wet, and sure. A double-ended toy appears like an old habit, familiar in both their hands. Cheek to cheek, they thrust back into it, driving hard enough to send ripples through their asses—waves that never quite reach you, only crash out of sight.