Girls Will Be Girls 6 - Scene 3

Capri Cavanni and Ann Marie Rios know what gets them there. When they touch, both bodies light up fast, loud, desperate for more. Slim hips, sun-warmed skin, breasts that sway gently under greedy hands. Tongues first. Always. One goes down, the other arches back, mouth open in a long, throaty cry that sharpens when fingers slide inside. They trade places without hurry—moans muffled, lips slick—then bring out the toys. Strapped vibrators buzz against swollen skin. Curved dildos push deep, first slow, then hard, until every thrust knocks another scream loose. Sweat glistens at their collarbones. Sheets knot between fists. They finish gasping, shivering, smiles lazy while the hum of plastic dies away.