Pear-fect pleasures

She held the pear against her friend's ass and pressed it in slowly. The soft flesh gave way, sliding past the tight ring until only the stem remained visible. Her friend moaned and pushed back, taking more of it. They switched. The second girl gripped another pear and eased it between her friend's cheeks, watching it disappear inch by inch. Their breathing grew heavier. Juice from the fruit ran down their thighs. One girl laughed quietly, then gasped as the fruit slipped deeper. Neither pulled away.