“C’mere,” Carys whispered, and Greta positioned herself over the Magic Wand too. She pressed her hips down to grind on Carys, and a shock tore through her.

“Oh my fucking god,” she said.

“Good?”

“It’s… I’ve… We… Yup,” Greta concluded.

“This is the lower setting,” Carys said impishly and rubbed circles over Greta’s clit with her thumb.

“Oh, god. Okay.”

The Magic Wand was the most powerful vibration she’d ever felt. She pressed back against it and felt her whole body come alive with the slightest touch.

“Yeah, move however feels good,” Carys murmured. She ground the toy against herself, and Greta rode it with her.

The pleasure came first in short, sharp lightning strikes, then as her body grew accustomed to its intensity and she could maintain contact for longer, it was a rolling pleasure that rattled through her and set her on fire.

Carys ran gentle fingertips over her nipples and, when Greta responded, played with them more roughly. With the vibrations between her legs and Carys’ hands on her breasts, Greta felt the first twinges of what would build to an orgasm.

“Fuck, yes.”

Carys spread her legs wider and pumped her hips up, and Greta leaned down to kiss her. They kissed and moaned into each other’s mouths as Greta’s weight bore the vibrations deeper into them both. Splayed across Carys’ gorgeous body, the angle changed, and Greta began to roll her hips along with Carys.

“You’re fucking perfect. Don’t stop,” Carys chanted.

She threw her head back and grabbed Greta’s hips, holding them tightly together.

Greta felt her stomach start to tighten, and her pussy felt swollen and hungry. She and Carys fucked each other, both so close to the edge that every movement caused a moan or a gasp. Greta’s thighs threatened to give out and she whimpered.

“You won’t squish me, babe. C’mere,” Carys said, and Greta let her take her full weight. Carys moaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come,” she said breathlessly.

She moved the Magic Wand in circles and her body seized. She threw her head back and let out a silent scream as she came, every muscle rigid.

Greta had never seen anything more beautiful, and she ran a worshipful hand down Carys’ face, between her breasts, and down to where the vibrator was touching her. Carys gasped and groaned.

“Are you gonna come?” Carys asked breathlessly.

“Yeah.”

Greta was so on edge, she thought anything might tip her over. Carys held the toy firm, and Greta settled over it just right. Every time she moved, she saw the pleasure on Carys’ face, her sensitive flesh driven past the point of orgasm.

“I’m gonna come again,” Carys murmured.

“Oh, fuck, yes.”