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Jeff's page read like a frat-house fever dream. Bonnie and Gillian, perky tits bouncing under lace camisoles, wielded pillows as foreplay. They giggled. They tickled. Their silky thighs flashed. Then the script cut straight to simultaneous screaming orgasms. Nothing between. No build. Pure male-gaze nonsense. Jill leaned over his shoulder, tapped the notebook. "They don't start with a pillow fight," she said. "Try this." Bonnie lies back first. Gillian settles between her legs, kisses the soft skin where thigh meets hip, inhales her heat. Tongue flat, slow, broad strokes from entrance to clit. Bonnie's hips lift; Gillian answers by sliding two fingers inside, curling them toward that spongy patch that makes Bonnie gasp and grab fistfuls of sheet. Pressure and suction meet rhythm. Bonnie's thighs tremble; Gillian keeps the pace steady until Bonnie arches hard, comes wet around her fingers. They switch. Bonnie pulls Gillian onto her face. Tongue circles, dips, laps up salt and musk while fingers stroke from inside at the same unhurried tempo. Gillian rocks against Bonnie's mouth, grinds when the angle is right, exhales a low sound that edges into a cry. The wet sounds get louder. Gillian's legs tighten, her climax rolls through her like a drawn-out shiver, pussy pulsing on Bonnie's tongue. They lie there slick and spent, breathing the same air, fingertips still tracing each other's skin.