Funtime

Bambi and Lana S peeled off every stitch. They slipped into delicate lace that barely covered anything and reached for their favorite toys. Their bodies caught the light as they leaned in—tongues tracing slow paths over warm skin, lips parting, breaths mixing. Lana slid her tongue through Bambi’s slick folds until Bambi moaned and opened wider. They took turns tasting each other, mouths hungry, fingers parting pink lips to get deeper. Then came the toys: curved, smooth, glistening as they pressed them inside. Hips rolled, thighs trembled. Wet sounds filled the room—each thrust pushing little cries from both of them. When the pace turned sharper they kissed through every spasm, holding the other still, milking the last waves together.