Just the Girls - Episode 7

The redhead rolled her hips slow, cunt gripping that strap-on while the blonde beneath her panted into her neck. Their bodies moved like they knew every line and crease of each other. Sweat slid between their breasts. The strap pressed deep, then pulled back, slick and shining. The blonde’s thighs shook each time it drove in. Fingers dug into the small of her back. Their mouths found each other again, tongues clumsy, needy. The redhead moaned into her mouth and gave one hard thrust that made the blonde arch and swear. The room smelled like skin and slick and the sharp tang of sex. They didn’t stop. Couldn’t.