Let Me Smoke Your Pussy!

Jenna Moretti and Katlyn Rush are the kind of women who stop a room. Both naked on white sheets, legs spread, their eyes locked on the same thick red dildo. Katlyn takes it first. She sets the blunt head against herself and presses down, her lips parting around the stretch. A low sound leaves her throat. Jenna watches the toy sink in, watches Katlyn’s thighs tremble, and the sight drags a slick pulse between her own legs. She moves in. Climbs over Katlyn so they face each other, the dildo angled upward. Slowly she lowers until the other end nudges her entrance, then gives a small twist of her hips and takes it. The toy pushes deeper into Katlyn as Jenna sinks, forcing both of them wider at once. Their mouths fall open. Wetness gleams where the red shaft disappears, stretched skin glistening each time Jenna rocks. Katlyn’s fingers find Jenna’s nipple, pinch it, hold on like it’s an anchor. Jenna grinds harder. The double motion builds. Every push pulls a rush of sound from both of them, sharp and shameless, the wet slap of skin echoing against the quiet bedroom. They keep going until the sheet beneath them darkens and the only word either can form is each other’s name.