Where the Boys Aren't #19 - Part 3

She pins her open thighs with both hands. Her cunt glistens, pink and twitching. One woman slides a thick glass toy past the soft folds and presses until her knuckles brush damp curls. A second mouth lowers, warm breath first, then a slow circling tongue tracing the stretched skin. The third woman kneels behind, greedy fingers parting the cheeks to expose the tight back hole. She works another toy inside, matching every thrust, until both holes catch the same rhythm. Wet sounds fill the air—sharp, filthy, honest. The first woman’s breath comes in ragged bursts. Sweat beads at the small of her back. She feels overfull, split, adored. Fingers curl. Mouths suck. The two toys move faster, deeper, until her muscles clamp hard and a raw moan spills out across her bitten lip.