DP me tonight - part II.

The evening started softly. Sophie and I were sunk into the couch, knees touching, laughing over holiday snapshots when Aneta walked in dragging two battered suitcases. We helped with the luggage. Then the clothes. Aneta lifted her arms; Sophie peeled off the shirt while I eased the bra straps from her shoulders. No one bothered with talk after that. We moved to the bedroom already half undressed. Sophie slicked both of us, generous with the lube, her fingers thorough, almost business-like. She lay on her back first, legs wide, the thicker strap-on jutting up in silent invitation. I took it slow, sinking down until my ass met her hips, the pressure building, then settling into a thick, steady fullness. Aneta watched, already stroking herself. She moved behind me once I found my balance. Cool lube again, then the second pressure—narrower but insistent—pushing at the rim already stretched around Sophie. A short gasp escaped me. Aneta pressed on, sliding past the resistance until both shafts were inside, sliding against each other, filling me completely. I felt every ridge, every small thrust of their hips meeting in rhythm. Sophie stayed still beneath me; Aneta moved more, shallow, careful strokes that nudged Sophie deeper with each pass. Sweat pooled at the small of my back. The only sounds were the wet slide of silicone, short breaths, and the bed frame knocking the wall. They didn’t stop until my thighs shook and the last clear thought left my head.