The touch of Mina

The flashing recording light moved. Mina got up, and her shadow fell over Izzy. Then came the warmth of her body, close but not touching. Izzy felt the soft brush of Mina’s hair against her flank, and then Mina’s free hand was sliding up the inside of her thigh. She sobbed. Would have screamed, if Ward allowed her. Why now, why now!? The bodysuit strained against her skin. Mina’s fingers found the clasp buttons. One. Two. Pop. Pop. The fabric fell open. Izzy whimpered around Ward’s cock.

"Oh my God, this is fucking insane! Seriously." Mina breathed, but she wasn’t talking to Izzy. She was talking to the phone. To whoever would watch this later, in the dark. " Two fingertips pressed flat against Izzy’s folds, barely moving. They pushed ever so slightly inside, and retreated again. Izzy could imagine the trail of fluid grasping between her friend's fingers and her cunt. Mina giggled. Why did that sound have to be so nice? "She’s so wet." Her voice had gone soft and wondering. "Like, actually soaking. Izzy, babe, how is this even possible? You’re literally crying."

Izzy tried to shake her head, but Ward's grip on her skull turned the gesture into a tremor. She was trying to deny it. The girl she'd been an hour ago couldn't be this whore with cum on her face and a second cock down her throat, on camera for who-knows-who to see. Why the fuck was Mina recording? Why, why, why? But she didn't throw either of them off and back away. She thought she would die if she didn't keep riding this wave.

Mina’s fingers parted her. Two of them slid inside without warning. Izzy’s whole body locked up. Her throat constricted around Ward. He groaned (finally, a real sound!) and pushed deeper, making her ****.

"Oh! She just clenched," Mina laughed.

Mina’s fingers curled, and Izzy saw stars. Mina fucked her like she was checking an engine. Two fingers plunged to the knuckle, pulled back, plunged again. The wet sound of it was obscene even now. Wrecked screams climbed up from Izzy's throats, but Ward's cock stuffed them back down again.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

"Jesus, listen to that," Mina said. She angled the phone lower. "She sounds like a goddamn sponge. Izzy, babe, when’s the last time you got laid? Was it Derek? Oh my God, it was Derek, wasn't it. No wonder you’re so ****." Izzy tried to shake her head again. Derek was a year ago. He'd had been fine. He'd had held her hand and asked if she was okay. Derek had never made her feel like a broken appliance held together by spit.

Ward bottomed out in her throat. Her gag reflex convulsed. Her vision narrowed to a pinprick. She thought she might pass out. And then he pulled back just enough for air to rasp past his shaft, and she swallowed it down in a gasp that turned into a scream when Mina's fingers pushed again. "Oh, she likes that," Mina observed. "See that? Her whole ass just lifted off the floor." Her fingers sped up. Firm. Quick. Businesslike. The heel of her palm smacked against Izzy’s pussy with every thrust. Her hips started moving. She grinded back onto Mina’s fingers while Ward’s cock ruined her from the other end.

"Look at you go! You’re literally drooling on his balls right now. That’s so disgusting. I love it." Every time Mina’s fingers drove into her she could feel her nipples harden and against the inside of the fabric. She was making sounds she'd never made before. They don’t sound bad, either. "She’s close. Ward, don’t you dare stop."

Mina's fingers crooked. They hit something. Izzy's whole body bowed. The scream that came out of her was muffled completely by Ward's cock, but she felt it in her chest. She felt it in her fucking bones. Her hips jerked. Her thighs quavered. And then she was cumming. Her cunt threatened to hold Mina's fingers forever.

"Oh, there she goes," Mina cooed. "There she goes. Good girl, Izzy. Good fucking girl. You’re literally shaking."