Girls Day Out

Sandy, Sophie Dee and Tanya Tate skipped work for a private indulgence at Sandy's place. They laid every toy on the sheets and let their slender fingers roam. Slim hands teased, plunged, stroked. Tongues followed. Blonde curls mingled across tanned thighs while Sophie's thick hips rocked against Tanya's hungry mouth. Sandy slid between Sophie's spread knees, working the thick wand until Sophie's back arched off the mattress. Pleasure wheeled; someone cried out, another answered, and the roundelay started again. No one kept count of orgasms. When a toy finally hummed to a stop, fingers replaced it. Sweat slicked every curve and peak, and the air tasted like salt and sex. The sun still held high outside, but inside the house time had vanished.