Toys for us

Priscilla received the little plush mascots and held them in her lap, the stitched smiles pressing against her palms. Gratitude warmed her face. She crossed the room to Vanilla and Janine and pulled them close, one mouth tasting the sweetness above Vanilla’s lip, then the faint salt on Janine’s. The kiss lingered, tongues brushing, until breath grew short. Priscilla dropped lower, tugged open buttons and clasps, and slipped her tongue around Vanilla’s nipples until they peaked hard against her teeth. She squeezed both breasts, kneading soft flesh in slow, sure circles, then trailed kisses down Janine’s belly. With steady hands she spread the girls’ legs, fingers gliding through slick folds, thumb circling each swollen clit in patient strokes. When Vanilla shuddered and moaned, Priscilla pressed two fingers inside her, curling them against that tender spot until wet sounds filled the air. She switched between them without haste, licking Janine’s cunt while her fingers kept working Vanilla, licking deep until Janine’s thighs tightened and the first sharp cry broke. A second wave came when Priscilla sucked Janine’s clit between her lips, the pleasure shaking through the smaller body. Then she moved back to Vanilla, sealed her mouth around her slit, drank every fresh rush, never letting either girl cool. Sweat clung to their skin. The plush mascots lay forgotten at the edge of the bed while Priscilla finished them both, taste sharp and salt-sweet on her tongue.