Chit chat

Era phoned, said they’d talk girl stuff. The moment the door clicked shut she dropped to her knees, mouth pressing hot against Peggy’s panties. Her tongue flicked through the thin cotton until the clit beneath it stiffened and pushed back. Silk grew soaked. Peggy’s breath caught, hips tilting forward. She fumbled for Era’s hair, drawing her closer. They tumbled to the bed still half-dressed, fabrics shoved aside. Fingers found the lube, and soon two slick silicone shafts eased between tight cheeks. The room filled with wet rhythm and the soft slap of hips. Each thrust drew short gasps, ankles locked, dildos sliding deeper with every greedy push.