Girlfriends at home

Two girlfriends who can't keep their hands off each other sprawl naked across sun-warmed sheets. Tonya kisses down Helen's neck while her fingers slide between slick folds. Helen moans low, hips rolling against every slow stroke. Slickness coats Tonya's hand. She presses her palm, rubs the swollen clit until Helen's breath stutters and her thighs start to shake. Helen reaches for the thick strap-on lying beside the bed. Black silicone glistens as she lifts it. Tonya straps it on, tightens the harness, watches the shaft bob between her thighs. Helen spreads open, knees drawn back, cunt glistening. Tonya nudges the blunt head against her entrance, pushes, feels that first smooth stretch. Helen gasps and takes it all. Thrusts follow. Tonya drives deep, pulls out, drives again. Wet sounds fill the room. Helen clutches at her, nails digging, breath ragged. When Tonya adds two fingers to rub her clit at the same rhythm, Helen's voice cracks into one long, helpless cry. The climax rips through her, cunt pulsing around the toy. They trade places. Now Helen wears the strap, Tonya on her back, legs open. Helen sinks in, fucks steady, hips snapping. Tonya bites her lip and whimpers when Helen angles upward and hits that tender spot again and again. Tonya comes hard, juices coating the toy and Helen's hand as she pulls it free. Fingers glisten in the afternoon light. Still breathing fast, they curl together, sticky palms tracing sweat-slick skin, already hungry for another round.