Teaching Antonya

Nikky Thorne and Antonya moved together like girls who have known each other's bodies for years. Their bare skin slid soft against skin, but the sweetness of the moment cut away fast. Wanting more, Nikky parted her thighs and Antonya slid a slow hand inside. The first easy fingers slipped in, then she added another, then the entire hand. Knuckles rolled under slick muscle. Nikky breathed sharp through her teeth as her cunt widened, flexing open around Antonya’s wrist. Antonya watched the lips stretch and kept pushing, gentle yet greedy, until the heat swallowed her past the base of her thumb. The deeper she reached the tighter Nikky clung, milking her in wet pulses. When she withdrew she left a trail of gleaming fluid that cooled in the air. Then Nikky rolled her onto her stomach, licked between her cheeks, and returned the favor. Spit ran down the cleft, mixed with Antonya’s own wetness, letting Nikky’s fist ease in a fraction at a time until half her forearm vanished inside. They switched back and forth, tasting each other’s sex on the hand that fucked them, pressing deeper with each turn until it felt effortless and raw. Pleasure filled every breath they shared, constant and charged.