Dirty

Angelina snatched the laundry basket from Kissy's hands and dumped its dirty contents on the bedroom floor, every stained garment falling exactly where it landed. Kissy gasped, then smiled. Angelina pressed her against the washing machine and slipped her hand under that short silk slip, finding the already wet strip of cotton between her legs. "Someone's eager today," Angelina murmured against Kissy's mouth as she rubbed slow circles over the soaked fabric. Kissy bit her lower lip and spread her thighs wider so Angelina could slide her fingers beneath the gusset. The first thrust was shallow, teasing, but the second pushed knuckles-deep. Angelina's thumb worked Kissy's swollen clit until her knees trembled and she had to grip the edge of the dryer for balance. Then Kissy reached up, opened the top cabinet, and pulled down the massive silicone cock she hid behind the spare linens. Ten inches, thick-veined, with a suction-cup base that still glistened from the night before. Angelina's pupils flared when she saw the toy. She stepped back just long enough for Kissy to sink it onto the marble counter and straddle the head. With a single push Kissy impaled herself, sliding down the glistening shaft until her stretched lips kissed the flared base. Angelina watched the soft flesh yield, watched a clear thread of arousal trail down the shaft. She slipped behind Kissy, cupped her small breasts through the slip, and pinched both nipples as Kissy began to ride. Each downward stroke pulled a wet, filthy sound from her cunt; each upward drag left the cock shiny and dripping. Kissy arched, clutching the sides of the machine, until the pressure swelled into a sudden, brutal orgasm that spilled over the edge in rhythmic gushes. Angelina pressed two fingers against her own soaked panties, rubbing fast while she watched Kissy shake and moan, until her own climax clenched around empty air and the laundry room filled with the scent of sex.