Toby's thumb started moving at a good rhythm over her clit, bending to press her forehead to Chris' to arch herself enough so her fingers could slip inside, getting a gasp and a shuddering moan. "Holy fuck, Chris,"
Her voice was silky, sounding like something out of porn. Now she got why women put up with guys and sex, as even just the small touches sent shivers of pleasure up her spine, already well on her way to her first orgasm of the night. Hips rolled into her hand, pressing her chest into Chris' rhythmically as she fucked herself on her hand, panting and moaning; she wasn't intentionally giving Chris a show, just doing what felt good.