DP me tonight

We were still laughing about Sicily when Aneta walked in dragging her bags. Her eyes lit up. The three of us stripped her down in minutes—skirts dropped, panties flicked into a corner, every zipper handled like an old habit. She laughed, breathless, already damp. Sophie pulled the black strap-on from its silk pouch, the one I usually wear. Aneta produced the sleek pink one she favors and strapped it on herself, tightening the leather until it sat snug against her clit. They looked at me and grinned. I ended up on the rug, knees spread, wrists cuffed lightly behind me. Sophie slid under first, easing the thicker shaft between my legs, guiding it in with slow, deliberate pressure until I opened around her. The burn faded into a sweet, aching fullness. Aneta waited no more than a breath before she moved in behind, slicked the pink dildo with lube, and pushed past the tight ring of muscle. My breath caught, then broke into a moan that left my throat raw. They moved together—steady, deep strokes—one cock filling me from the front, the other from behind, pressing against each other through that thin, trembling wall. Each thrust sent tiny shocks through my belly. Sweat gathered under my breasts, ran down my spine, pooled where their thighs met mine. Sophie’s hand found my clit, circling firm, wet circles. Aneta gripped my hips, fingers digging hard enough to leave marks, driving the rhythm harder until it was just skin slapping skin and the wet sound of me giving in.