Best time together

Mariah lies belly-down, hips lifted just enough, while Nastie kneels behind. Their fingers meet slick skin as each girl parts the other’s cheeks and circles the tight ring waiting beneath. Mariah presses two fingers past Nastie’s entrance; a slow, steady push widens her and draws a low whimper from Nastie’s throat. Nastie answers by sinking her thumb knuckle-deep into Mariah, twisting, rubbing the inner walls until both girls glisten. They move together—thrust, withdraw, thrust again—each stroke deeper, wetter. The room fills with the wet click of lube and skin and the sharp, needy breath that comes right before release. When the shivers finally break, their bodies jerk and tighten around the hands still buried inside them, slick, shaking, spent.