Shine Bright

Laney and Marina tear into the empty house like they own it. They scrub like they fuck—fast, hard, bodies snapping side to side, tiny tops stretching over bouncing breasts, shorts riding up into slick, thick ass. Every surface shines under their hands. When the last corner sparkles, they turn on each other. Mouth meets mouth, tongues hot, teeth sharp. They shove one another onto the counters, knock a stool sideways, drop to knees on the cold tile. Fingers drag shorts down. Tongues find slick, thick curls. One of them spreads wide on the island while the other drives fingers deep, tongue working fast. They switch, climb, straddle edges, prop legs on the sink, grind against polished stone until the room smells like soap, sweat, and cunt. Nothing left untouched. Every inch of marble and steel gets used.