Handy gifts

Hard to beat this kind of Christmas cheer for two single girls: wrapping paper torn off a pair of thick, flesh-colored dildos, suction cups still glistening. We didn't wait. Panties hit the floor, bare asses pressed against the couch, and the fat heads nudged in with a little resistance, then slid all the way. The sounds stayed lewd and wet. One cock up me, one up you, each one throbbing in time with our breaths. Every shift of hips made the silicone bottom out and drag heavy inside us. She found my nipple, pinched, and my cunt tightened around its fake double. Flicked the switch, she did, high buzz turning the muscles into syrup. Our legs shook; legs spread wider; moans became curses, smooth rhythmic slap-smack while the pair of us chased faster. Fingers met; hers quick on her clit, mine pressed flat on the V, finally, the comes crashed with that sudden white-whisker of blackout that left the heads of the toys stroking blindly through pulsing aftershocks.