Daring darlings

Two newcomers, but they came with hunger. Ivette and Boroka sit naked on the edge of the bed, already wet. Ivette keeps touching her cunt, teasing the opening with two fingers, three. She pauses, takes a breath, then pushes four in. The fifth slips next to them. Boroka watches, transfixed, holding Ivette’s thigh open so everyone can see the stretch. Ivette’s face tightens, then melts; her whole fist disappears inside her with a thick, wet sound. She starts fucking herself slow at first, knuckles flexing, wrist twisting. Boroka leans in, licking around the knuckles, tongue pressing on the tight rim. Ivette moans low and steady, hips rolling to meet each thrust. Her arm moves faster, deeper, the room filled with the slap of skin and the suck of flesh around the buried hand. Boroka’s free fingers slide into her own slit, matching the rhythm, eyes never leaving the fist pumping inside her friend.