Both girls squealed at the same time, high-pitched and girlish, clutching each other.
Trish fell backward onto the couch with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling dreamily. "Older men are just always so experienced. And Kane is hot. Like, dangerously hot.."
Ivy buried her face in her hands, groaning. "Trish…"
"What? Don't even deny it!" Trish sat back up, eyes gleaming. "Tell me everything. How big is he?"
"Trish!" Ivy squealed, smacking her with the pillow, her face on fire.
"Oh my god, you're blushing!" Trish cackled, dodging the pillow and clapping. "This is the best day of my life. He is that good uhn?"
Ivy laughed, the sound high and breathless. "Yeah, he is. We've only done it once, but Trish—every time he looks at me, it's like…" She lowered her voice, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin. "Panty drop. Instantly. No warning, no mercy." She fanned herself with her hand.
