“I could get used to this taste,” I thought. Sex video It was strenuous work, moving our whole pelvises and lower bodies back and forth like that, but the sensations it brought were more than worth it. She took out the device, all smooth plasticky curves and shiny chrome, fitted the batteries, and flipped the switch. Then she started the cycle again. I feel like a star.”
“A porn star?” I asked, jokingly. Kirsty’s breathing became heavier, interspersed with gasps and the odd moan, and finally one long groan that sounded anything but pained. With our left legs over each other’s right, we pressed our naked pussies together, and rubbed back and forth, a motion I have since found out is called ‘scissoring’ or ‘tribadism’ (thank you, internet). Her appreciative noises were music to my ears, and all the encouragement I needed. I bet anyone could do a good job with this thing.
