Alana and Holly

Holly had just taken her turn on the rig, legs spread wide, fishnets catching on the buckles, when Alana walked in. They froze. Best friends. The camera didn't care. We clipped Holly back in and lined Alana up next to her, both blond and brunette hair hanging over the bench, cunts already wet from watching each other. The fucksaw came down between them. One thick dildo for each hole, angled right at their asses. We hit the trigger and the machine slammed into them at the same time. Holly grunted. Alana bit the bench strap. Their hips bucked back into the relentless pounding, fishnet thighs trembling, sweat running down their spines. When we angled the shafts higher, their moans turned into sharp cries. Blonde and brunette heads pressed together, gasping each other's names while the saw kept driving into their asses, relentless, brutal, exactly what they both wanted.