The Doll Underground - Part 1

Two girls leaned against the headboard, legs spread wide. Their fingers worked in rhythm, sliding through soaked folds, knuckle-deep and steady. The first let out a soft gasp when the other crooked her fingers just right, stroking that swollen spot until her thighs shook. Breath caught. Hips rose to meet every thrust. They switched angles and then one slipped her other hand behind, parting her friend’s cheeks so she could tease her ass with a slick fingertip while her cunt clenched around the three fingers pumping inside her. The room filled with wet sounds, low moans, the slap of palm against skin. One girl came first, back arching sharp, her orgasm pulsing hard around the fingers buried to the knuckle. The second wasn’t far behind, forehead pressed to her shoulder, hips grinding down on the eager hand still driving into her.