When girls go bad

Christina pins Adriana's knees open. One strap digs into her thigh while the red toy glistens between them, thick as a fist. She sinks it in without hurry, inch by inch, until Adriana’s mouth drops slack and her shoulders jerk against the sheets. Every slow thrust makes a slick sound, wet and obscene. Adriana reaches down, spreading herself wider, begging without words. Christina leans in, gives the shaft a little twist, and the blonde shakes like she’s been shocked. The toy pulls out coated, then disappears again to the hilt. Outside the lens, the lights buzz, steady and indifferent, while the two of them keep moving, slicker, louder, lost in it.