Fetish Fanatic #18, Scene #03

Yhivi kneels, baby-faced, thighs shaking. Dana sits back, legs spread, and yanks her cheeks apart. “Get in there.” Yhivi pushes her wet tongue inside without question. Dana works two fingers over her own swollen clit, staring at the ceiling while she forces her rim wider, slow, obscene, deliberate. The younger girl keeps licking—hungry, steady—until Dana groans and drags her back by the hair. Dana flips her. Now Yhivi’s on elbows and knees, sweat shining down her spine. Dana spits on the tight, dusky ring, then drives her tongue straight in. Two fingers follow, then three, knuckles stretching, sliding. A fourth joins, and Yhivi’s whole body jolts. Dana twists her wrist, pumping in deeper until every slick inch disappears. Yhivi gasps but pushes back, taking it. Feet come next. Dana licks the high arch, sucks each small toe. Yhivi moans into the sheets while Dana switches, sucking her own spit off the girl’s foot like it’s candy. She drops the spit-wet toes, grabs a thick, curved plug from the nightstand, and works it into Yhivi until the widest part pops past the clenching muscle. Yhivi shudders; her cunt drips onto the sheets in strings. They swap again—Dana on her back now, legs folded to her chest. Yhivi tongues her ass in messy, hungry circles, then trades tongue for a clear glass dildo, angling it so Dana can watch herself get fucked open. Both women pant, drenched, using whatever toy or finger or tongue gets them there faster. They trade holes, spit, heat. Nothing soft about it. They keep going until they’re gasping, shaking, wrecked.