Girl things

Two rookies hunting experience. They close the bedroom door. Draw the shades until the room glows dim. The mattress gives when Lepidoptera pulls Laura onto it. Hands fumble at first, then settle: one palm cupping a breast, the other sliding lower. They pop the caps off their silicone cocks, spit on the shafts, slick the ridged heads. Lepidoptera parts Laura’s thighs and circles her clit with the cool tip before pressing in, slow, watching the slick slide disappear inch by inch. Laura arches, grabs her own toy, finds the wet heat between Lepidoptera’s folds, pushes up until the silicone meets resistance, then deeper. They match a quick, clumsy rhythm—thrusting, pulling back, hips meeting knuckles, breath hitching in short bursts. The wet sound of each stroke hangs in the dark like a secret. Sweat beads at Lepidoptera’s lower back; Laura’s free hand clamps onto it, holding tight while their toy-cocks slide home again and again, each girl learning the other’s shudder, quickening moan, the exact way hips twitch when the edge creeps closer.