Four Finger Orgasm

Four fingers beats two every time. Amirah and Anna know it. They’re stripped bare on silk sheets, mouths already fused, tongues tasting each other’s lipstick. Long legs tangle, hips tilt, fingers slide between parted thighs slick with want. Anna pushes two, then three, then four digits deep, curling and stroking until Amirah’s breath hitches and her cunt clamps hard around the stretch. When she comes, it’s sudden and hot, back arching, wetness coating Anna’s wrist. The favor’s returned moments later—Amirah’s mouth replaces fingers, sucking and lapping at Anna’s swollen clit while four knuckles press inside again, relentless. Anna cries out, legs trembling, the orgasm rolling through her belly and thighs until the sheets beneath them are damp. Nothing polite about it—just hunger, sweat, and the sweet sound of bodies giving and taking exactly what they crave.