Common interests

Masha and Black Panther met last week at the school party. They kept talking until their secrets spilled out — both of them wanted the same forbidden thing. No one else had ever understood it. They wanted to fuck each other with something thick, something merciless, something that would split their tight little holes open. The next afternoon they locked themselves away. Masha spit on the monster dildo and pressed its fat head to Black Panther’s puckered entrance. She pushed. Inch by inch the toy sank in, stretching that tiny ring until it clung around the shaft like a shiny pink band. Black Panther gasped and clenched, then pushed back for more. They took turns, one girl working the massive cock into the other’s ass while moans filled the room. When it was Masha’s turn she bent over, spread herself, and Black Panther guided the lube-slick head inside. The toy disappeared between her cheeks, reappearing slick and shining each time she pulled it out. Their bodies trembled with every slow, greedy thrust.