My Best Friend Is Toying My Pussy

Caprice and Lilly wear nothing but silky scraps of lingerie. Their hands move with purpose, tracing curves they already know by heart. Their lips meet and open, hungry. Fabrics slide off skin. They tumble back onto the sheets naked. Lilly drops between Caprice's thighs and drags her tongue slowly along slick, swollen lips, tasting her. Caprice arches, breath catching. They trade places again and again. Caprice circles Lilly's clit with her tongue, then sucks. Lilly moans into her. A toy appears—slick and buzzing—and slips into Caprice. She swears, low and ragged. They curl together in a 69, mouths working hard and hungry, fingers gripping thighs for leverage. Breath warms wet skin. Tongues work, hands guide, hips push. When the toy finds its place between their legs again, they grind together, swollen and frantic, until their bodies lock tight in shared climax—moans spilling at the same time.