Construction chicks

Two women on the construction site flex muscles most men would envy. Midday, their crew cleared out. They know when to rest and when to fuck. One of them pulls the thick silicone cock from her kit, rubber that glistens. The other hikes up her work pants, raises her sweat-beaded thigh, and spreads for it without a word. The thicker girl takes aim, lines the head with her partner's pink slit, and pushes—slow, heavy, until the stretch shows around the shaft. Wet sounds thicken. Air tastes of drywall and arousal. She works the dildo in and out, pace deliberate at first, hips rolling into each thrust. Her own hand fumbles at her fly, two fingers knuckle-deep inside her cunt while her other palm drives the toy steady. Moans spill over the scaffold struts; they give as good as they take—perspiration making dusty skin slick, thighs quaking, the dildo buried to the balls one minute, sliding free the next. Between each ragged breath they steal quick kisses that taste of sunscreen and salt. They fuck until their moans shorten to gasps and break, coming hard in the empty site, the toy still clenched inside and one hand holding the other steady.