Going All Blue

Alysa works Paulina open first. She spits on the blue dildo, feeds it in slow, then rocks deeper until Paulina’s hole blooms around the shaft. Every few strokes she twists her wrist so the toy hits new spots. Paulina answers with fingers rubbing her clit, thighs tense, breath coming fast. When she cums her belly tightens, legs shake, a low moan rolls out. They swap places. Paulina sinks the same well-used toy into Alysa’s ass; the thick head pops inside, slides the rest of the way in until only the base is visible between Alysa’s spread cheeks. The girls know the map of one another’s bodies—where to press, how hard, when to hold still. The dildo knows another route entirely. It has seen the inside of each asshole so often it slides home like muscle memory, dragging and gliding with every thrust. Alysa clamps down, rides the rhythm until the feeling crests sharp and hot, her own come dripping onto the sheets. The blue length never leaves them long. One girl pulls, the other pushes, the toy travels back and forth, their holes glistening, muscles contracting, wet sounds mixing with the wet drag of skin on silicone until both of them have shaken through another release and the sheets beneath them are ruined.