Let me entertain you

Kirsten knows how to welcome a guest. Anne Angel sits on the edge of the bed, knees apart, skirt riding high. Kirsten peels the lace away with her teeth, tongue tracing the soft fold beneath. They slide together without hurry. One wet finger slips inside, then another. Anne sighs, lifts her hips. Tongues meet—slow, deliberate, then urgent. Moans fill the room each time Kirsten twists deeper. When the smooth glass dildo appears, they pass it between them: Anne takes it first, slow push until her back arches, then hands it over so Kirsten can ride it while Anne’s mouth works above. Every thrust pulls a fresh gasp, legs trembling, skin flushed, until both girls collapse, still twitching, breath catching in unison.