Tales from the Kinky Side

If Zoliboy is your game, then you better crave something rough. Salome and Antonya came ready for it. They started at the pool, sun on their skin, fingers already slick with oil, but the real hunger hit inside the house. Antonya pushed her hand into Salome first, knuckles sinking deep until her fist disappeared up to the wrist. Salome's thighs quivered. She took every inch like she was born for it, gasping loud enough to rattle the windows. When Salome was soaked and stretched wide, Antonya pulled out and lay back. Salome climbed over, shoved her own fist inside Antonya, and worked her slowly at first then hard and fast until juice ran down Antonya's ass. They left the fists in until the girls were gaping, pink lips swollen and twitching, then reached for the tools that normal girls would run from: thick steel plugs shaped like dildos but solid, cold, and heavy. One slipped in after the other, slow enough to hurt deliciously, spreading them further, until the metal sat flush and they could barely close around the toys. They kept each other full and aching, hips rolling in the afternoon light, eyes glazed and hungry for more.