Hitachi Play With Agatha Delicious

Agatha works the hitachi against my cunt, the head pressed firm. I answer her with two fingers buried knuckle-deep inside hers. Our hips rock against each other, chasing the vibration and the slick friction. Every time the toy slips she curses soft under her breath, but she keeps it pinned exactly where it makes me jerk hardest. The motor whirs louder each time our wetness spreads farther, until we’re both grunting the same hungry rhythm. No one’s leading; we’re just chasing it, faster, louder, mouths open and empty of words.