Sexmachines

Blonde Betsy's fingers work slowly at first, coaxing Reilly open. The shy girl's breath catches as a slick tongue traces her inner thigh, then parts her again, warm and deliberate. Eyes half-lidded, Reilly spreads wider on the cool sheets. Betsy slides a slender, glistening toy against her folds and presses until her first inch disappears inside with a wet sound. A second toy waits, glistening on the nightstand. With gentle insistence she works it past the tight ring of Reilly's ass until both toys are seated deep and humming. Reilly trembles, biting her lip, trying to stay quiet and failing. Betsy smiles, twists the knobs, and the shyness cracks—Reilly bucks against the pleasure, long hair mussed, cunt clenching around the intrusion. Betsy's tongue returns, flicking where the toy meets Reilly's flesh, savoring every shaking breath that slips out. They move like that, slow and then faster, the air heavy with the heady scent of sweat and aroused skin until the first wet climax breaks, leaving them both flushed and wanting more.