Workout Those Holes

Charlie Ford and Kenzie Taylor stand half-naked in the center of the room, all that skin already glowing under the lights. Nothing left to hide, nothing left to wait for. Kenzie reaches between Charlie’s thighs and sinks two fingers deep, curling hard against the spot that makes the smaller blonde curse. Charlie’s hips snap forward, chasing the pressure, thighs spread wide while Kenzie pumps harder, wrist glistening. The second blonde drops to her knees, lips closing around Charlie’s clit; sucking, licking, keeping time with the steady thrust of her own hand. When Charlie’s knees threaten to give, they trade places—now Charlie’s fingers are buried in Kenzie, pumping in and out, stretching, scissoring, knuckle-deep. Kenzie moans louder, grinding down onto every stroke, until she reaches for the thick silicone toy waiting beside them. She presses it against Charlie’s opening, slides it in, works it with short, deliberate pumps while her mouth finds Charlie’s again, tongue sliding deep. They shift, bodies locking into a sixty-nine, mouths sealed over wet flesh, fingers and the toy moving in rhythm, every thrust answered by a flick of tongue until both women come, shaking and loud, the room thick with the sound of skin meeting skin.