Going wild

Leona and Niki aren't two girls who can keep their tongues on each other. They need something else in their hands, and tonight Leona finds a sleek chrome dumbbell by the bedside table. She rolls the polished metal across Niki's stomach first, then presses the rounded weight against Niki's cunt and holds it there while her mouth works the swollen clit. Niki groans and lifts her hips, reaching past Leona's shoulder for the cold bottle of water left on the floor. The condensation runs down her knuckles, drips onto Leona's back, and Niki pushes the bottle inside her in one long, slow thrust. The two of them move in clumsy rhythm—Leona's tongue flicking in time with each pump of the bottle—until Niki grips the sheets and her breath catches hard enough to jolt Leona's mouth away. Sweat beads on their skin. The metal weight leaves a faint circle of chilled pink on Niki's thigh. They shift again, Niki crawling over Leona now, the same bottle in her fist, pressing it between Leona's legs, twisting until Leona's hips jerk and she bites down on her own lip to keep the sound inside her mouth.