Summer Storm and Kylie Wilde

Kylie and Summer skip the books and get straight to it. Summer bends her over the desk, fingers working Kylie open. Slow at first, then deeper, until the tight ring gives way and she slides in past the knuckle. Kylie pushes back, breathing hard, legs shaking while Summer adds another finger and keeps her open. Blonde hair sticks to her face, sweat on her back. She spreads wider. Summer doesn’t let up. Two sets of fingers, one slick hole, nothing left to the imagination. They trade spots, mouths on skin, hands everywhere. The desk creaks under them. They finish what they started, bodies locked, no pretending they came for homework.