Sharing some love

She slides the polished silicone cock between us, the double-headed toy still slick from my mouth. Hope climbs on without hesitation—petite frame all smooth skin and quick breath—while I grip the other end and ease it past my lips again. The shaft disappears inch by inch between her thighs until our wet folds meet in the middle, pressed tight. Her laughter slips into a low moan when I roll my hips, dragging every curve of that toy across the swollen bud inside her. I can taste her salt on my tongue each time she leans forward to lick me; the room smells of aroused pussy and sweet sweat. We move harder, hungrier, grinding against the shared length like we can't get close enough, tongues tracing swollen lips and slick folds until both of us shake. Her fingers clutch my thigh; mine tangle in her hair. For a minute the world narrows to pressure, heat, and the throb where our bodies meet, and neither of us lets go.