Burn - Part 3

Two golden girls stretch across silk sheets. Their thighs are open. Tongues lap in slow circles while fingers guide a slick glass plug past each glistening cunt, the muscle parting with a soft give before gripping tight. The room smells of sweat and sex. Blonde hair sticks to damp cheeks. They trade looks and trade places, lips replacing toy, toy replacing lips, chasing pleasure like a sin worth keeping.