Cassidy and Ash Mess Around

Ash and Cassidy wore frilly pink panties and flashed each other grins like they knew trouble waited on the other side of the fabric. They lost the underwear in seconds. Skin on skin, soft tongues sliding, fingers searching. Their breath grew short and wet. Dan stepped into the heat without asking. He pulled Cassidy onto his lap first. Her hips rolled hard, grinding down on him until her voice cracked. Ash waited her turn, mouth open, waiting to taste whatever came off his cock. When he flipped them both, they changed angles, traded spots, rode him raw until the room stank of sweat and sex. Nobody kept count. They just kept fucking until somebody said the day felt filthy enough to stop.